Deep within a quiet, secluded Bamboo Forest, Ying Ming Hao lounged against several stalks of emerald bamboo, the corners of his lips slightly raised. With a half-smile, he watched the battle in the void, looking every bit like an outsider coldly observing a conflict that had nothing to do with him.
"My young friend, if we let things continue like this, the foundation our Misty Sect has built over millions of years will be destroyed in a single day!
I hope you'll step forward and stop this as soon as possible. If you do, this old man will owe you another tremendous favor."
An old man with a complexion as rosy as a child's pleaded, his face clouded with worry and his heart aching.
Hearing this, Ying Ming Hao chuckled before teasing him:
"Tsk, tsk, tsk...
Tell me, you old geezer, should I call you 'Old Beggar,' or should I respectfully address you as 'Former Sect Master'?
Still, the way I see it, wouldn't it be better to wait until all those fellows died on the battlefield?
After all, only once they've all kicked the bucket will you have a chance to emerge again and rightfully reclaim control of the Misty Sect!
These people all betrayed you once. Have you already cast aside those memories etched into your very bones?"
Ying Ming Hao spoke with a broad smile. The man standing before him was none other than the Old Beggar he had happened to meet in Ascension City.
According to the Old Beggar, a tangled web of internal strife had suddenly erupted within the sect all those years ago.
At the time, he had belonged to the conservative faction and suffered defeat at the hands of the fiercely advancing radicals, largely because they had outside support while he had