Four thousand years ago, he knew his goal had always been to stand at the pinnacle of power. Clearly, he had not grown weaker over the millennia. What was worse, it seemed as though he had vanished from the surface of the world. He appeared uninterested in the evolution of the world, which suggested he might have left the plane or simply enjoyed watching petty humans struggle in their mundane lives.
When most of the foreign guards arrived, Yan Xiaobao ceased his physical training. Looking out the window of his room, he could see the training grounds, which were filled every day with guards wearing various uniforms. They constantly sparred amongst each other, competing to see who was the strongest.