"This, this... Recalling the founding of the empire by the Great Ancestor, numerous resources and efforts were spent in vain to complete this infinitely powerful Secret Technique, which became a great regret in his life. Over the thousand years that followed, countless extraordinary individuals sought advancement in this Secret Technique, but all returned in vain."
"But now, dammit, in such a trivial place, it's simply inscribed on a stone stele..." Ding Meng danced around, momentarily speaking incoherently.
A martial arts Secret Technique is to a Martial Artist like a beauty is to a lover.
At this moment, Ding Meng felt as if the most beautiful woman in the world had stripped naked before him, surrounded by a crowd of rough men. His feelings were extraordinarily complex, and even he, an experienced spy, found it hard to remain calm.
"Let me take another look, just one more look, and I will die without regrets!" Ding Meng tiptoed, trying to squeeze through the crowd.
