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.,With a punch, the heat inside him boiled over, surging into his right hand. It was as if a phantom tiger appeared behind Lin Yun, roaring furiously.,At the front of the sword-washing chamber at the mountain's edge, three people gathered. After seeing Lin Yun arrive, a thin man among them spoke quickly.。