Mei Wuhua's eyes flashed with admiration as he muttered to himself, "In the past, when people mentioned that person, they all shook their heads and sneered, no one would believe... but those might very well all be true."
At this point, Yang Zhen's interest had been thoroughly piqued; he hurriedly sat up straight, all ears for what was to come.
Mei Wuhua sighed, looked up at the bright sky, and said, "The story actually begins over thirty thousand years ago, when the world of the Great Desolation was vast beyond measure. It was so large from north to south that even a great sage had to fly at full strength for months to cross it. The Wan Clan stood amidst a world of peace, until one day, a teenager, carrying a coffin, came from the Emperor Star Road of the Northernmost Land..."
"Bullshit, he clearly came riding a bull!" Cheap Cat's eyes widened as he corrected.
