The Storm That Keeps On Shaking

"What do we do now, father?" a person asked. 

"Don't worry, child. My time will come. Be like me, look how many years I've waited for my chance."

"It was taken away from me, yes, but I still have a chance. Especially now that I've realized where the sect treasure is," an old man said. 

The two father-child were inside a cave in the Southern Forest. All around them were dead bodies of what seemed like bandits. 

The younger person was wearing a hooded figure while the father was out in the open seemingly unworried about people recognizing him. 

"Sigh, if only you have figured it out earlier, I could have helped you. Then, you wouldn't have to have your clone die to that bitch's disciple's hand. How did he even do that? Weren't you guys' cultivation base suppressed there?" the hooded figure asked.