When one got to the top of the mountain, any lower mountains would seem small. However, the life of Zhang Ergou was nearly over now. He looked at those weeds which were half a human’s height, waving in the wind.
There was nothing here except for the two story tall wooden house.
Poverty was not scary. Poverty without hope was truly scary.
‘I, Zhang Ergou, am going to live here forever? Am I going to be the only disciple here?’
‘No…’
Zhang Ergou looked into the sky to prevent the tears from dropping, because this was too sad.
Desperate, extremely desperate, he was without any hope.
…
"How is it?." Lin Fan looked around the mountain. The rock with words at the entrance was the symbol of the existence of Saint Devil Sect.
"Good, this is heaven. This is heaven. It is amidst nature, and far away from the noisy crowd. The wind feels so comfortable. This place is amazing." Zhang Ergou said with a serious face.
"Yes, I think so too. Now let me introduce myself."
