"Grandpa, why do you want to climb that high peak?" Sometimes, some children would ask genuine questions.
"It's so cold on the mountain!"
"Because... the mountain is there. The mark of the Great Grandmaster is there." The elderly craftsman, with a backpack on his back, set out with a surge of emotion.
In the very first moment of the journey, it was as if he returned to his younger days, those ambitious times.
Some things, when enough people believe in them, become real.
History always weaves its grand and mysterious tapestry through one coincidence after another.
Like countless tiny streams that converge by chance to become rivers, eventually rushing towards the boundless ocean.
Those seemingly insignificant moments, perhaps a casual speech in a classroom or a leaf swaying gently in the wind, quietly alter the trajectory of the world in the river of time...
The name "Master Lu" is slowly spreading.
In comparison, the name "Greedy Demon God" is gradually being hidden.
