"That is a very long story… In that story, there are Immortals, Shamans, and Berserkers… In that story, there is South Morning, Eastern Wastelands, and Great Yu Imperial Palace…
"In that story, there is ninth summit, the Undying and Imperishable World, and also the God of Berserkers…"
During one particular autumn within the tribe there was a dozen something children sitting in a circle under a big tree while autumn leaves fell all around them. These children all had their eyes wide open as they listened attentively to an old man telling his story while he sat under a tree.
That old man looked incredibly ancient. Wrinkles had already appeared on his skin, and there was white in his hair. His smile was incredibly affectionate. There seemed to be some strange power contained within his voice that attracted the children's attention, and they were all immersed in his story.
That old man was Su Ming.
It was the sixtieth year since Bai Ling left.
