More than eighty years had passed, and he was well over a hundred years old, his vitality was still strong. Having become a respected veteran in Wu Country's martial arts circles, he owed it all to that one fruit found so long ago.
He had returned here again, but he never found another fruit.
Each time, he dared not venture too deep into the mountain crevice.
The emergence of Meng Chong made him realize that he might have missed a great opportunity in the past, and so he brought two of his disciples along with him this time.
A hundred feet into the crevice, a cold wind blew from within, causing one to shiver involuntarily.
The darkness, depth, and complete silence within the mountain crevice was terrifying enough that one would shudder with fear if they were to traverse it alone.
"Master, should we keep moving forward?"