Fan Xian's first and only time meeting Ye Liuyun was the year he was 12.
That year he was lying on a precipice with strange colors swirling before his eyes. He was watching the solitary half boat below the precipice, the millions of holes on the beach, and the one hit battle of the strong between the two exceptional people.
One of the people was the Great Grandmaster of the Qing Kingdom and the other was his uncle.
The 12-year-old Fan Xian had only mastered the basics for the Tyrannical Way. His perception was not very insightful, so he could only sigh in admiration for the reputation of that battle but extracted the essence within it. On the contrary, it was in recent years he would occasionally think of a time or scene and then gradually find, within his memories, the marvelous parts, the shocking parts, and the parts from which he could learn.
