In that part of the mountains that once bordered between Ying Country and Chen Country, there were many Martial World sects hidden within. Over the past few hundred years, the sects here enjoyed great glory.
"Back in the day, our sect was filled with all sorts of martial arts scrolls, various martial arts masters, and divine weapons. In the chaotic times, Rangers roamed the Four Seas, whether they were upholding justice or relying on martial arts to make their name, they always had a place to go."
"After achieving fame and fortune, they would wash their hands of the affairs, retreat from the Martial World, and find a couple of disciples, living freely among the mountains and rivers. That indeed was carefree, wasn't it?"
"But that was in the past."
"Nowadays..."
"Things are not the same as they once were."
On the evergreen mountain, in the pine forest, an old man leaned on his staff and sighed deeply.
