Fuyu Mountain—a big table covered with all kinds of ancient texts.
A few of the elders, along with several of the younger generation, were all poring over the texts.
But the more possibly relevant records they found, the uglier the elders' faces became.
The Seventh Great-Uncle Master was the youngest among his peers; he couldn't hold it in and said what everyone was thinking.
"Say, could the legends actually be true? Did some of our Fuyu Mountain seniors really go around stirring up trouble everywhere?"
The Grand Uncle Master's face went black; he said nothing.
Although those words sounded disrespectful to the ancestors, flipping through these ancient texts, piecing together these few surviving notes, that was honestly the rough conclusion they came to.
To put it nicely, generations ago the Fuyu Mountain seniors believed in practical combat, always taking Great Zombies everywhere to challenge people.
