"Last time, we spoke of how establishing a path was harder than climbing to the Azure Heavens! Even the Martial Sage, the Grand Duke who helped King Wu overthrow King Zhou, failed on the brink of success and died with bitter regret. His Remnant Soul faded from Heaven and Earth, leaving only seven Grand Duke Sharira in the world. They sparked endless struggles and one storm of blood after another—but that is a tale for another time."
"Yet when the old sun sets, a new one rises. The Grand Duke fell, but one of the Eight Sects shone brilliantly amid the Great Calamity of Dao and Buddhism, winning fame throughout the land. He was none other than True Person Soaring of Great Hua Mountain, who brought the Grand Duke's attempt to establish a path and the Buddhist-Daoist Great Calamity to an end with his own hands!"
"True Person Soaring came from no ordinary background. Born into the Chen family, he was a noble of the Southern Dynasty and the junior disciple-brother of True Person Southern Darkness, the head of Great Hua Mountain. One of the Eight Sons of Taihua, he was also an elder of the Eight Sects, with Daoist arts profound beyond fathoming!"
Inside the Teahouse, the storyteller stood onstage, words pouring from his mouth like a waterfall as he recounted legends of the past.
Every table below the stage was full. The listeners hung on his every word, calling out their approval from time to time.
At the back of the crowd, three young men stood by the wall, listening with relish. One of them, a little shorter and thinner than the others, suddenly lit up and told his companions, "That Taihua Leader is one of my ancestors!"
The handsome man beside him, dressed in white and carrying