"What Grandpa said is nonsense. If we don't wait for the boat, are we supposed to swim there?" The girl with the oval face pouted.
The silver-haired old man remained silent, but a robust young man beside him chuckled and spoke first, "Junior Sister, don't say that. Someone actually did swim there in the past... Not only did he reach Martial Saint Island, but he was also accepted as a disciple by the Penglai Martial Saint, eventually becoming a renowned Grandmaster..."
"Really?"
"Of course, it's true." The young man patted his chest, asserting confidently, "I read this in the notes of our Rock Breaking Sect's past Sect Leaders. Could the words of our ancestral Sect Leaders be false?"
The silver-haired old man nearby snorted coldly. "So, the notes were passed to you, and you spend all your time reading *these* kinds of stories, is that it?"
The robust young man hunched his shoulders and immediately fell silent.
