Greedy Wolf wanted only to get back to the cabin in the woods as quickly as possible. Its quiet surroundings would help him recover his strength.
But as he sped through the trees, he gradually sensed that something was wrong.
Beyond the rustle of his own movements brushing against branches and leaves, faint sounds seemed to be coming from behind him.
Greedy Wolf stopped and turned to look.
Apart from the swaying shadows of the trees, he saw nothing unusual in the woods.
Then Greedy Wolf suddenly looked up.
"So you noticed me after all. Impressive." An old man's voice came from above.
In the still, deserted woods, the voice carried far, shaking Greedy Wolf to his core.
Greedy Wolf's expression hardened. From that voice alone, he could sense the abundant inner strength within the man.
Through the gaps in the leaves, dappled sunlight fell on a tall old man in a white robe. He stood on a tree branch, looking down at Greedy Wolf.
"Who are you?" Greedy Wolf asked.
"Someone who's here to stop you." The old man leaped from the branch and landed with remarkable lightness.
"Stop me?" Greedy Wolf frowned. "From doing what?"
"From pursuing that absurd dream of yours. From growing any stronger," Gu Pu said gravely.
Greedy Wolf's heart sank. He had a vague idea who the man was.
His words, appearance, and build made his identity fairly easy to guess.
The old man's robe was in a traditional Eastern style. That, coupled with his age and the formidable ability he had just displayed, pointed to one conclusion.
He had to be one of the few towering figures in Eastern Martial Arts.
And among the authorities of traditional martial arts, only one man seemed to have sufficient reason to come after Greedy Wolf.
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