"Enough, enough, they were but shrimp soldiers and crab generals after all; one shouldn't expect too much."
Yang Chaoyu retreated with his remaining battered troops.
...
A range of undulating mountains stretches far and wide; amongst them stands a peak of unparalleled height, towering like a crane among chickens, dwarfing all other mountains. This is the mountain gate of the Absolute Sect, the Absolute Mountain.
At the pinnacle of Absolute Mountain, an elder with white whiskers gazes down upon the mountains, his face calm, deep in thought.
Tap, tap, tap.
Suddenly, light footsteps approach rapidly from behind.
"Lord Tang, the message from over there."
It is a woman, carrying an enormous crescent sword on her back.
The massive weapon, even larger than her stature, seems weightless on her, as if lifting it was effortless.
The elder turns around to see the disciple holding a blue paper crane, which prompts him to sigh.
