Chapter 423: Exhausted (4)
There is a saying: "The world's martial arts originate from Shaolin."
In this era, when martial arts sects have splintered into countless branches, the origins of all martial arts lineages trace back to the steep slopes of Mount Songshan, the story goes. Even the infamous Sa Maweido could not deny it.
The middle of Mount Songshan.
The place where the Shaolin Temple took root.
It was also the place the youngest of the Jeong family had once hoped to ascend to, to pray for his mother’s peace.
At that time, Jeong Yeon-shin had regarded the renowned Shaolin monks as mere 'false monks.'
'Father left alone,' he had thought.
Jeong Yeon-shin slowly ascended the narrow path before him, each step leaving a faint mark on the dirt ground, bringing a wave of nostalgia from his childhood.
His father, Jeong Ban-ak, had truly cherished his mother, Ma Yeon-sang.
The one who had caused the calamity, he had said, should not pray for his mother's peace. It was a truth Jeong Yeon-shin could not deny.
So, this was Jeong Yeon-shin’s first time setting foot on Songshan.
Saaa—