Red Pine Sect

"Master... my final secret technique... I leave it to you... Don't... let Master down..."

Lin Xin had only just opened his eyes and had not yet figured out what was happening when he saw an old man in ancient robes before him, grief written all over his face, stuff a yellow booklet into his hands. The old man's eyes widened, and he breathed his last.

The old man's eyes were full of expectation and hope. His withered hands fell limp, never to have strength again. His eyes remained wide open, never to close.

Lin Xin stood blankly by the bed, having no idea what was going on.

"Master!!!" A piercing wail suddenly rang out behind him.

From the side, a ponytailed girl in yellow trousers and a yellow top threw herself onto the old man, crying her heart out.

Only then did Lin Xin snap awake. He turned to look around. He was standing inside a small wooden hut, surrounded by brown wooden walls built from roughly hewn logs. There was a faint scent of wood in the air, but an even stronger smell of Chinese herbal medicine.

"Senior Brother..." A delicate, frail voice sounded behind Lin Xin, carrying a trace of sobbing.

Lin Xin turned around blankly and saw a brother and sister who looked very much alike standing behind him. Both wore gray clothes, the sort of buttonless garments worn in ancient China, fastened at the waist with belts.

What the hell was going on??

Lin Xin's mind was completely numb. He only remembered that a minute ago, he had been drinking tea by his computer while discussing something with people online. Then he had felt sleepy and prepared to rest his head on the desk for a moment. Yet in the blink of an eye, he had