Above the earth, the sun set in the west.
A master and his disciple stood facing the blood-red sun, standing tall and straight.
The master had no facial muscles, so his expression was unreadable. The disciple's face, however, bore the marks of hardship.
Seeing them, a young girl found it amusing and also grabbed the master's leg, standing up straight in the same manner.
The master said, "Disciple, it's your turn to enjoy this."
With that, he stuffed something resembling a remote control into the disciple's hand.
The disciple's hand shook as he said, "Master, this doesn't seem right…"
"What man doesn't like explosions?" Xiang Shan sighed leisurely, "If you plan to travel in Jianghu, you need to understand what explosions are."
"Besides, you were the one who set the explosives."
