It is said that "the Emei sword, the Mingjiao sword, the Beggar Clan subdues the dragon and shakes the sky."
But in Chen Changsheng's eyes, choosing a sect only depends on the level of martial arts? Shallow!
Becoming a disciple is like being reincarnated, and you are in the same boat of life and death. How can you choose blindly?
When he saw the [Purple-Gold Talent: Appearance of the Patriarch] that he had drawn, Chen Changsheng grinned, picked up his baggage and rushed up to Wudang Mountain.
"Master Zhang, my disciple is here to support you in your old age!"
