"Father!" Cosmo pleaded hoarsely, "Let me go!"
"No!" Old Smith turned his head and stared at Cosmo, "You have more important things to do than this match! Take them and find that person. That's what you should be doing! Not letting your father wither away in sorrow and despair."
Turning his head to avoid Cosmo's eyes, which were ashen, Old Smith said to the disciples, "I've carried the burden of the Phantom Stream all my life, now it's time to pass it on to you. I can die in the arena, not on a bed. You should be happy for me!"
Just as Old Smith finished speaking, the door was suddenly kicked open. A group of people swaggered into the hall of the Fighting Arena.
"Tai Sect people!" All the disciples were filled with rage, clenching their fists.
One disciple, unable to control his temper, shouted, "What do you want?"
"Get out!"
