"Young one, if you're not resigned to your fate, I can help you. Whomever you want to kill, I can help you do it." The old man had read his mind.
In the corner, Sang Zhi stirred. He sat up slightly, his eyes clouded and harrowing.
The old man was startled when he met his gaze, but then a hint of delight crept in. "Whatever hatred you harbor, I will help you with all of it."
"I want to learn martial arts. I want to learn the world's most powerful martial arts—the kind that can kill." Sang Zhi scrambled up from the ground, his voice sinister.
"Good. COUGH, COUGH... Young one, I possess a century of Inner Strength. As long as you're willing to do as I say, I will transfer all of it to you."
"I am willing." Sang Zhi didn't hesitate in the slightest.
