"Why do you wish to be my disciple?"
In a mountain valley, a completely naked youth knelt beneath a waterfall, allowing the torrential waters to crash down upon him, yet his face remained resolute, his bare body motionless as he stared ahead at the man who seemed like a divine demon.
Hearing the divine demon's words, the youth spoke with a face still full of determination, replying, "I want to become strong! I don't want to be called trash anymore! I don't want to be looked down upon!"
After hearing the youth's words, looking at the young and determined face, the divine demon-like man grinned and asked again, "Do you think you are trash?"
"No! I am not! I, Yun Yimeng, am not trash! I'm not!" As the youth spoke these words, they were almost roared out!
"Yes, you Yun Yimeng, how could you be trash? You are the Netherworld's genius disciple! Your heart for Martial Arts, your heart of a steadfast warrior, how many in this world could compare to you!"
