Pain, a splitting headache. Memories surged forward, forcefully. Images flashed like in a movie, fast and relentless.,I arrived in this world called Xuanhuang, possessing the body of a small sword slave on the border of Tian Shui Kingdom.,The merging of memories told him that he was fifteen years old this year. He had joined the Qingyun Sect three years ago, but his talent was too low to become a Qingyun disciple.。