Hundreds of years had passed since Richard last entered the Mountain Secret Realm.
This period of time would have been enough for a mortal dynasty to change hands and decline from its peak, but for the Secret Realm, it was merely a moment.
Entering the Secret Realm, Richard followed the path he remembered, arriving at Changshan Temple where he had practiced in his youth.
Compared to his last visit, Changshan Temple was now quite desolate.
DONG! DONG! DONG!
Richard landed in front of the Mountain Gate of the Changshan Temple and knocked forcefully on the door.
Soon, a rolling rumble sounded as two aged dwarves opened the Mountain Gate.
These two old dwarves were both of Second Level strength, their faces as time-worn as if cast from iron.
"Who visits Changshan Temple?"
Upon a closer look, they seemed to recognize the black-robed figure standing at the door; he looked so familiar.
