"It was five years ago, when the incident happened. China sent me in a weapons deal to the United States. I was with an armed convoy in the state of Nevada doing a missile demonstration. Then disaster struck. I saw before me an entire unit wiped out by a single person. He was dressed all in black with a hood over his head, but I will never forget his eyes. I saw death in his eyes. Out of nowhere, he suddenly appeared. Simply by pointing a finger, he sliced a tank in half. Then with a snap of his fingers, everyone except for me had died. He turned to me with a cruel smile and forcibly injected something into my head. He said to me that if I ever told anyone of anything that had happened that day, I would instantly die," said Wu Fa. He took a deep breathe to rest from his story-telling. "I guess being in a different body finally allowed me to get this story off my chest. The man told me that he didn't kill me because he still had some use for me. Now that I think about it, my assassination on the verge of completing the nanotech research was no coincidence. It must have been him.
"He turned to leave, but I managed to sputter out a few words before then. 'Who are you? How did you do this?!' I shrieked.
"He gave a cold laugh and replied, 'A Chinese is actually asking me, a Russian, about Qi Cultivation? Go home and ask those old Shaolin farts about it.' He then disappeared as swiftly as he had arrived," finished Wu Fa.
The old beggar had remained silent for the whole story. "Well, ain't that something? Did you ask anyone about Qi Cultivation?"
"Nope, I didn't even know where to find the so-called 'Shaolin old-farts' so how was I supposed to ask what I wanted to ask?" replied Wu Fa. Just then, a loud buzz sounded and the old beggar looked to the sky.
"I have to go," he said.
"Hey wait, I still have lots of questions for you!" exclaimed Wu Fa.
"Sorry, no time. If you want to learn more about stuff, find me in the Eastern Continent. Oh yes, the Watcher wanted me to hand some stuff to you. It'll help you on your journey." The beggar tossed a brown bag at Wu Fa.
"Dang it! Hey, by the way, how strong are you?" asked Wu Fa.
The question caught the beggar by surprise. "Me? I've surpassed the Saint Rank about a thousand years ago. Oh , last thing, if you don't go looking for trouble, trouble will come your way. So be prepared. Okay, see you later!" BANG the old man disappeared leaving a frustrated Wu Fa.
"Oh well, I think we'll meet again someday," sighed Wu Fa. He called for Sharon and decided to head back to Wessex Mansion.