In the west of the scorched land, there were many destroyed hills. Gazing afar, there were many huge dents both on the ground and on the hills as if it was caused by some kind of war in the past.
The hazy shimmer from the unknown star slowly disappeared in the sky as usual. The darkness once again enveloped this world.
On top of a broken hill that was almost three hundreds meters wide stood two men.
"Hanwu, it will be very painful, but you need to hold on," said the old man.
"I'll, master," replied the kid.
"Do you still remember the steps I told you?"
"Yes."
"Okay, let's start…"
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For many years, Chu Yunsheng never truly had a disciple. He used to teach Yu Xiaohai how to do his work in the age of light, but that was a totally different thing.
However, when he discovered that his first disciple didn't know how to read, he realised that he needed to teach him more than just the cultivation method.