Zhou Leng thought to himself that he had been through this before, and said, "Disciple is ready."
"Good."
Master Wu looked at Zhou Leng with a newfound approval. Although his talent did not match the previous two, his dedication to the Martial Arts was a rare quality.
The cosmos is brimming with geniuses, yet those with a steadfast heart towards Martial Arts are few. Often, they reach a certain level of power only to decay and fall, becoming a mere sigh in the universe.
"Follow me."
Master Wu walked over, tapping Zhou Leng's shoulder with his dragon-headed cane.
The two disappeared within the Innate Pavilion.
A flash before Zhou Leng's eyes, and he looked around.
Blood-red clouds rolled in the sky; fierce winds howled from all sides; the earth was covered in blood.
The ground was littered with countless bones.
In the distance, mountains undulated, covered with strange grasses.
