Wind and rain swept down fiercely over the vast mountains.
On a secluded mountain path, several figures suddenly emerged from the curtain of rain.
Their clothes were ragged, but traces of Daoist robes could still be made out.
"Senior brother, are we really not going to avenge Master?"
There were six of them, the oldest just over thirty and the youngest around fifteen or sixteen. As they hurried along, the breath surging in their chests faintly gathered into a toad's croak. Great Toad Breath.
They were all disciples of the Golden Toad Sect.
With Song Huaizhen dead, the Golden Toad Sect had scattered like monkeys from a fallen tree. With experts from every quarter gathering on Wudang Mountain, they could only flee far away.
"How would we avenge him? Even Master couldn't beat that man. Wouldn't we just be throwing our lives away?"
Their leader was a dark-skinned young man who spoke with a slight Tujia accent. Savage hatred showed in his eyes, and he was wounded as well. As he spoke, he pulled a Sheepskin Map from inside his robes.
A crooked route was drawn on it-the very path beneath their feet.
Someone beside him said, "Senior brother, if we're not taking revenge, why do we have to come all the way into these remote mountains? And where did that map come from?"
Holding the map, the young man surveyed the surrounding mountains and checked their bearings before saying gravely, "A mysterious person gave it to me a few days ago. He said that if Master lost, we should find the marked place, and we'd be able to avenge him. Do you want to avenge Master?"
The disciples exchanged looks, then answered in unison, "Yes!"
The six pressed on, and by the time they reached the end of the