The West Building Leans Against the Setting Sun

"In today's world, martial arts are flourishing. There are Taoists who have lived in the mountains for a long time. In a blink of a century, they have mastered the secrets of heaven. There are monks who have worked hard to train their golden bodies and are invulnerable to all kinds of magic. There are also generals who are so talented that they can compete with a thousand on the battlefield. They are invincible. Even the court wants to beat them three points." The old man sat by the river with a pole and stared at the water. "Then how can our faction compete with them?" The young man sat next to him with his chin in his hands, full of doubts. The old man dusted off the dust and stood up, "I have hidden the sword for ten years, and I can kill everyone in the world who I can see. Is it powerful enough?" He smiled and said: "Remember our names, kid." His withered hands patted the young man's shoulders and said, "Hide the sword."