"Clang! Clang!"
The Wudang Golden Summit shimmered with brilliant light.
The Dao Bell rang, purifying the dust of the world, dispelling worries and cares.
A gigantic bird flew across the sky from South Rock, passing over the Golden Summit, gently rising, and carrying the two figures on its back swiftly disappearing from the sight of the Wudang Mountains.
"Grandmaster, farewell to the Martial World!"
"Grandmaster, you came as quickly as you left, I didn't even have time to have a little chat with you, and now you've come and gone like the wind."
"This time, Grandmaster broke through to a great Realm at our Wudang. Even Master Zhang personally intervened to protect him, driving away the Great Evil Man Xiong Ba, and henceforth Black Wind Village and Wudang Sect have become like one family. Our Eight Desolate Disciples of Wudang are the most orthodox among all the Eight Desolate Disciples in the world."
"Hehehe, well said. In the World of Eight Desolates, Wudang is supreme!"
