Wudang Mountain.
Yu Lianzhou sat in a chair, watching the disciples practice their swords.
At last, people were coming to Wudang to seek masters again. He breathed a sigh of relief. Wudang's legacy could continue, rather than end in his hands.
"Sect Leader, someone has come up the mountain, saying he wishes to visit the founding master."
Yu Lianzhou rose. "Can just anyone meet my master?"
But his master's voice suddenly sounded in his ear. "Please invite him to the Rear Mountain."
Yu Lianzhou froze. Who could it be, for his master to use the word "please"?
But when he saw the visitor, he immediately went forward to greet him. "Imperial Preceptor, Master is already waiting on the Rear Mountain. I'll show you the way."
Returning from Great Song, Lin Lang passed Wudang Mountain. Remembering that Zhang Sanfeng had actually offered to guide him in the martial Dao, he wanted to see how the old Daoist could guide him now that he had broken through to become a Martial Arts Myth.
But when he reached the Rear Mountain and saw Zhang Sanfeng, his Tong contracted.
Zhang Sanfeng had also broken through to become a Martial Arts Myth?!
Zhang Wuji brought over a cup of tea and set it on the table before Zhang Sanfeng. "Imperial Preceptor, please have some tea."
Lin Lang sat down. "Congratulations on becoming a Martial Arts Myth, Reverend Zhang, and taking another step along the martial Dao."
Zhang Sanfeng looked unruffled. "I could have broken through long ago. I merely wanted to keep strengthening my foundations and see the road ahead clearly, so that I could travel farther in the future."
There was another reason: back then, he had had no fellow traveler and had felt far too lonely on the Martial Dao path.
Now that