At the foot of Mount Yuewu.
Several cars, trailing a jumble of noise, slowly came to a stop at the starting point of the mountain path.
With a click, the doors opened.
A black-haired young man with thick brows, large eyes, and a powerfully built frame stepped out.
Young people in their teens and twenties also got out of the other cars.
The black-haired youth raised his head to look at the trail winding up the mountain, then swept his gaze over the fruit vendors squatting beside their stalls on either side.
His name was Zhong Ling, the son of one of Ningzhou City's prominent families. His parents were wealthy merchants who had risen through the underworld, forcing a path through the complicated and vicious Ningzhou City and building a vast fortune.
Yet powerful parents did not necessarily mean their children would inherit their skill and bearing.
Among the younger generation of the Zhong family, Zhong Ling, the eldest son, had spent all year immersed in tales of strange people and unusual events, as well as Martial Arts Cultivation.
Since childhood, he had searched all over the city for martial arts masters to teach him. He had learned a mishmash of things and truly picked up a few forms and stances.
Meanwhile, the second daughter, Zhong Yin Xue, spent her days obsessed with Western learning, painting, and attending all kinds of cocktail parties and banquets. She greatly admired the airs put on by those so-called socialites and noble ladies.
This place was close to the great metropolis of Minshan. The drive took little more than an hour.
Zhong Yin Xue was dissatisfied with little Ningzhou City, so she often went to Minshan to mingle with her older female cousin.
"An impressive martial artist came here recently? Are you sure you