Pain, a splitting headache. Memories surged forward, forcefully. Images flashed like in a movie, fast and relentless.,In my memory, Lin Yun used to practice this set of punches in a way that was obscure and difficult to understand. He would only imitate the form without truly grasping its meaning.,The blade drew out half an inch, a gust of cold wind sweeping out. Su Ziyao swiftly sheathed the sword again, her movements so fast that one only saw a flash of cold light.。