"Wudang Zhang Sanfeng?"
"That immortal Sanfeng True Man?"
"He's not dead yet?"
Taeron fired off three critical questions.
Baturu's face turned somewhat pale. He murmured, "Perhaps... we're going to die."
"What?"
"You can't handle him?"
Taeron's face suddenly changed drastically. He grabbed Baturu's arm and demanded, "Why? Aren't you also a Grandmaster? Why can't you handle Zhang Sanfeng?"
"He's already old. Even if his martial prowess wanes, he shouldn't have much strength left. Decline is a natural law, inevitable," Baturu shook his head, his tone grave.
"In this world, there are two kinds of people: those who succumb to decline, and Zhang Sanfeng."
"Zhang Sanfeng is adept in the ways of Yin and Yang, able to reverse their energies. Even in decline, it's not something I can contend with, Taeron, run!"
"Run fast. I'll hold him off. As long as you don't die, this battle will be ours."
"Remember, slaughter Wudang Mountain, avenge me."