Outside Chun Prefecture City.
Inside a secluded cave.
Two youths pinned an injured man down.
Half the injured man's face was a bloody mess, looking utterly horrific.
"Hold it in, Old Sword. Don't move."
The fire-breathing youth took a huge mouthful of liquor and sprayed it onto the swordsman's face.
"Fuck, Old Ninth really hit fucking hard."
The gunman hammered the ground, venting his anger.
Their three-man death trap had not only failed to kill Little White Tiger, but had instead allowed Old Ninth to turn the tables on the swordsman.
The three youths felt utterly frustrated.
After they finally finished treating the swordsman's wounds, an old man entered through the cave entrance.
He dressed like an old scholar, wore thick glasses, and carried a cane. His leather shoes were polished spotless.
He stood in stark contrast to the three bedraggled youths.
"Master."
Seeing him, the three were too ashamed to look at the old man.
The old man glanced at the swordsman and tossed the bundle in his hand onto the ground in disgust.
"Don't call me Master, you useless trash. I trained you for five years, and this is the assignment you hand in?"
The old man's eyes were cold, white light reflecting off his glasses. The three youths knelt on the ground, not daring to breathe loudly.
"The disciples taken in by that bandit brute Overlord defeated my disciples. What will outsiders think of me?"
The old man struck the ground with his cane, and the cave shook.
Countless loose stones fell.
The three did not dare move.
They let the stones strike their bodies.
After a moment, the old man reined in his killing intent and slowly said, "I brought you back to the Dragon Kingdom to avenge the punch Overlord gave me all those years