India, northern mountain region, in a hillside thatched hut.
Several masters were practicing hidden weapons. Among them, some were in their fifties or sixties, some in their prime, and some were just over ten years old.
A soft murmur arose, breaking the harmony.
"Eldest senior brother, do you think Master can succeed? That is the Evil God after all."
"Pssh, what's so great about the Evil God? Under Master's hand, he's just a small fry."
"That's true, Master is a giant in the martial arts world throughout India, why would he fear him?"
...
After seeing off their older cousin, the three of them hurried home.
This time, Leng Ruobing drove herself, not allowing anyone else to touch her BMW, especially after what had happened with Song Xiaoji.
Xiao Zheng leaned back in the rear seat, his eyes closed as if dozing off. Suddenly, his ears twitched as he sensed something unusual, and his eyes snapped open.
