"Before the Divine Gate, thirty-six rounds, the blade mountain and sea of fire spare no life. Today the Northern Emperor opens the path of Dharma, one banner to safeguard the ages."
Zhang Fan chanted, and as the took root in the ground, it seemed to imprint itself into Qin Ergou's Primordial Spirit Inner Scenery, withstanding eternity, unyielding as the sun and moon.
"Passing the torch, life continues unceasingly. Today, I will pass this technique to you," Zhang Fan murmured softly.
This was the bond he formed, and as for the outcome, only heaven and earth would know, as if gods observed from three feet above him.
Rumble…
His mind roared like thunder, as the view before him gradually clarified. He was still inside the thatched hut, but it was empty save for Qin Ergou.
"Brother Fan…"
Qin Ergou collected himself and suddenly dashed out of the house, calling loudly.
"Brother Fan… Brother Fan…"
"Brother Qi…"
