In the Bronze King Hall, Prince Bai Bao and his disciple watched the copper mirror together, sighing with deep emotion.
"...That was all from who knows how many years ago.
"The Celestial Fist Holy Land of the Martial Kingdom was blooming like brocade, roaring like oil over a raging fire, incomparably domineering.
"Under its banner, famed ministers fell like rain, mighty generals gathered like clouds; it could be called the strongest power beneath the Celestial Palace, the first among the Eight Hundred Holy Lands.
"And in that Holy Land, there was a young Sequence Three powerhouse who, clearly born low with no background to speak of, was nevertheless repeatedly entrusted with heavy responsibility and fed a huge amount of the Holy Land's resources.
"This man's actual ability wasn't even that great, and he botched a lot of things.
"But the strange thing was, the Holy Land kept promoting him again and again, as if they didn't care at all about his failures.
