A Pure Land in Troubled Times

When the youth heard that Zhang Sanxian truly still remembered him, he was so overwhelmed with excitement that he nearly fainted. He could only nod desperately, tears streaming down his face as he stammered intermittently, "Y-yes... it's me. This boy has no home anymore. I searched all the way... all the way here, just wanting... just wanting..."

His words were incoherent, yet the persistence and devotion that had carried him across mountains and rivers were plain for all to see.

As for the other young martial-world rich boys kneeling beside him, they were all dumbfounded.

They had never imagined that this little beggar, whom they had always looked down upon, actually knew this Martial Arts Myth?

And from the looks of it... their relationship was not shallow at all?!

Zhang Sanxian gave a slight nod, finding it rather wondrous as well.

The workings of fate in the unseen truly could not be fathomed.

His gaze swept over the others on the ground once more, and he said blandly, "None of you possess the bones or disposition to enter my sect. Go back." With that, he gave his sleeve a light sweep.

Whoosh! In an instant, a gentle yet irresistible force enveloped the stunned young rich boys. Then, their vision blurred, wind howled past their ears, and their bodies rose weightlessly from the ground as they flew backward.

As though borne upon an invisible giant hand, they sailed effortlessly across dozens of li of Mist-Hidden Lake's vast surface before landing steadily on the shore, utterly unharmed.

After getting to their feet, the young rich boys looked at one another, their faces filled with dreamlike disbelief, along with intense envy and jealousy.

Before the residence on Sword-Washing Island, only the youth remained, still kneeling on the ground and trembling with excitement.

Zhang