I have been fighting with Xie Wu for three hundred years.
He practices his ruthless way, and I practice my demon-subduing skills.
Until that day when the thunder disaster came, he blocked ninety-nine and eighty-one thunderbolts for me.
On his deathbed, he suddenly chuckled: "Do you know why I never let you enter my cave?"
I saw in his sea of consciousness a wall full of my portraits, from my youth to now.
Next to the portrait are all my personal belongings that have been "accidentally lost" over the years.
The oldest wooden comb was actually stolen from me a hundred years ago.
