Pain, a splitting headache. Memories surged forward, forcefully. Images flashed like in a movie, fast and relentless.,He could only become a handyman in the sword washing room within the sect, becoming a swordslave, specializing in the maintenance of swords belonging to the sect's disciples and elders.,The essence of the Tiger Fist lies in these three moves, but Lin Yun hadn't mastered them before. He only half-understood the first fifteen moves, so how could he focus on the last three。