Many years ago, on the peak of a mountain on the Wilderness Continent! On this day, the peak was engulfed by fierce winds!
A man looked at the elder with ethereal aura and immortal grace standing in front of him, ready to bid farewell and descend the mountain!
Then, the elder spoke earnestly to the man:
"Our lineage is thin in inheritance; come my generation, you are the only disciple I've taken! It's not that I am unwilling to take disciples, but the so-called geniuses out there simply don't meet the standards. They are unworthy of cultivating the Martial Arts of our lineage!"
"Master, I understand! After I descend the mountain, I will definitely pass down our Martial Arts, and it will never be lost!" The man said resolutely to the elder before him.
"Okay!" Looking at the man's resolute demeanor, the elder nodded in satisfaction.
