On a mountain peak untouched by others, a group of young disciples surrounded a frail and short youth, laughing and joking, occasionally punching and kicking him. The youth pleaded repeatedly, but it was of no use.
Once these young disciples grew bored of their antics, they dispersed, leaving the youth battered and bruised, lying on the ground, ignored by all.
Just like the others, the youth was a disciple of Meteor Sword Villa, yet different, for his root bone was extremely poor. Coupled with his timid nature and lowest background, he was often bullied by his peers.
The elders of Meteor Sword Villa were naturally aware of such matters, but none would pay attention to them, choosing to turn a blind eye.
After all, he was just an ordinary disciple. Who would care about his life or death? Even if he were beaten to death, the perpetrators would at most receive a slight reprimand and nothing more.
