"That's right. Back then, I was hunted by my enemies. I had no choice but to leave this remnant soul behind. I hoped that one day, someone would fall off the cliff and I could take the opportunity to occupy his body and revive myself.
"Unfortunately, I have waited for so many years, but no one had ever fallen. Now, you have finally appeared. However, I am unable to occupy your body…"
The old man looked at Connor with a disappointed expression.
"Are you telling me a ghost story? Who exactly are you?"
Connor shouted in despair.
"You are a martial artist too, right?"
The old man asked Connor softly.
"Yes, sir!"
Connor nodded.
"What realm are you at?"
The old man looked at Connor and continued to ask.
"Black rank!"
Connor replied.
"What's black rank?"