The cold wind rolled up the gravel and slapped it on the bluestone archway, and the words "Lin Mansion" were blurred by the years. Lin Feng clenched the bronze token in his hand. The word "Trial" engraved on the edge of the token shone coldly in the dusk. Laughter came from the meeting hall in the distance, and he knew without looking that it was Zheng Kun and his gang who were laughing at him again as a "waste" for participating in the family trial.
"Brother Feng!" Tiehu's voice came from behind. This tiger-headed young man was carrying a huge mountain-chopping ax, and his coarse clothes were soaked with sweat. "I found three secret passages. Let's sneak into the trial field tonight!" Lin Feng shook his head and pointed to the command board: "This is a quota specially approved by the elders. I want to go in openly."
Late at night, the entrance to the trial ground. As soon as Lin Feng showed his token, the guard suddenly changed his color: "Wait! Master Zheng has ordered me to check your storage bag." Before he finished speaking, a group of people gathered around him. The leader, Zheng Kun, shook his folding fan and taunted him: "I heard that you got this Po Kung Fu. Didn't you steal it?" With that, he raised his hand to grab it.
