At Wudang, I Drew a Purple-Gold Talent from the Start

They say, “Emei’s sword, the Ming Cult’s blade, and the Beggars’ Sect’s Dragon-Subduing palms shake the heavens.”

But in Chen Changsheng’s eyes, choosing a sect based only on its martial arts? How shallow!

Choosing a master is like choosing your parents. Your lives are bound together, so how could you pick carelessly?

When he saw that he had drawn the [Purple-Gold Talent: Patriarch’s Blessing], Chen Changsheng grinned, hoisted his bundle, and charged up Mount Wudang.

“Master Zhang, your disciple is here to look after you in your old age!”