Heavens Forbidden Ground.
Zi Ping was still sipping hot tea at his usual leisurely pace.
Suddenly, Nalan Zi Ping raised his head and looked into the distance.
Three figures were walking through the void toward them.
A flicker of surprise passed through Nalan Zi Ping's eyes as he looked at the three who had suddenly appeared.
"Greetings, Seniors!"
Zi Ping cupped his hands and gave a slight bow. Hundred Defeats Immortal looked him over and said, "Your cultivation has improved again. For the Chang Sheng Epoch to have a young man like you is truly a blessing for all living things."
"You overpraise me, Senior."
After exchanging a few simple words, Hundred Defeats Immortal turned his gaze toward the distant Heavens Forbidden Ground.
"Three hundred thousand years ago, I sensed that my end was near, so I went to Heavens Forbidden Ground and seized a Stone Coffin."
"In that battle, Heavens Forbidden Ground sent nine experts to besiege me."
"I threw nine punches—nine battles, nine victories."
"Heavens Forbidden Ground lost face over this, so they sent another top-tier expert after me."
"But unfortunately, I lost that battle. I lost utterly and completely."
Hearing Hundred Defeats Immortal's answer, Chen Changsheng raised a brow and asked curiously, "In the end, the people of Heavens Forbidden Ground let you go, Senior?"
"That's right!"
"At the time, he stood before me while I knelt on one knee."
"He said that my fists were not strong enough yet, but they were already enough to look down upon the heroes of the world."
"If an opponent like me died there, it would be one of the world's great regrets."
"So he spared my life and told me to challenge him again once my fists had grown strong enough, and to return the life I owed him