One careless moment, and he died. One more, and he transmigrated. Then, without meaning to, he became the last disciple of a declining sect.
His master said, "Child, you must bring glory to our sect. You are its hope."
Later, his master died. People in the martial world said his master had killed so many people that someone had taken revenge and murdered him.
The sect never regained its glory. All he could do was run for his life.
While fleeing, he ran into an unlucky fellow ordered to guard a tomb. The fellow said he could see his great-grandfather sleeping in the imperial mausoleum.
What the hell, he'd really seen a ghost. Running for his life alone wasn't enough; now he had to drag along another burden, too.
Theme: Striving
