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Everyone had a past that they did not want to be remembered, regardless of whether it was heart-wrenching or not, every time they came into contact with it, they would experience it differently. As they grew older and more experienced, these things would gradually become their secrets.

Pan Jiang's junior sister was the deepest secret that he had hidden away, even though everyone knew about it, his junior brother knew about it, his fellow disciples knew about it, even his disciple knew about it, the Zhu Emperor knew, Lu Yuan knew, Chang Ming and Zhang Qian knew, in a few days, Deng Fei would also know about it.

That was Pan Jiang's world by himself, and he didn't want to talk about it. He thought that this matter was over, but other than him, everyone else knew that his little junior sister was buried deep in his heart, in his own heart. This was his scar, and everyone was tacitly determined not to talk about it, at least not in front of Pan Jiang.

Now he was going back, back to the place where the woman had been buried.

Back then, Pan Jiang had personally buried his junior apprentice sister there. He stood there for seven days and seven nights, neither crying nor smiling. He just stood there expressionlessly, and then he disappeared and no one could find him.

After he returned, on the first day he returned, he once again stayed in front of the grave for a long time without saying a single word. Afterwards, in about a year, the Zhu Di soared into the sky and various halos of light enveloped his body.

When people got used to it, Pan Jiang and the Zhu Di disappeared again. Later on, Pan Jiang appeared again at the entrance of the mountain with three more children around him. Just like the Zhu Di, they were all wearing different kinds of halos of genius, and people were all envious of how Pan Jiang managed to obtain so many heaven's pride level experts.

Perhaps even he didn't know why he would meet so many children, but every time he met one, he would accept four of them. Including Deng Fei's, there would be five of them.

Pan Jiang didn't know why, but his friends from before knew why. Pan Jiang wasn't a heaven's pride level expert, and his talent wasn't the best. However, their junior sister liked that heaven favored her eldest senior brother.

She left with regret. He accepted them with regret, and in this unique way, he paid his respects to his junior sister. Whether it was regret or obsession, he continued to do it.

No one would criticize him, everyone accepted disciples with a purpose or selectivity, they chose talented people, they chose people with good character or hard work, no one would choose a disciple for no reason, disciple was a kind of inheritance, they passed down cultivation techniques, they passed on their own thoughts, they passed on their own will.

Pan Jiang allowed his disciples to accept his will. His regret didn't want his disciples to have the same regret. This was his selfishness, a selfishness that even he wasn't aware of.

Pan Jiang treated them like his own sons and daughters, although he did not have any children, and would not fall in love with anyone else, he taught his disciples everything he could give them, and chose the martial arts he loved for each of his disciples, and then practiced it for himself as well. That way, when they needed guidance, he could give them the right help.

"Master, don't worry. I will definitely practice hard!" Even someone as strong as him also felt the pressure at this moment, a pressure that came from the unknown. He didn't know the situation of his master, as he wanted to protect him, just like how his master protected him.

They did not have much actual combat experience, and had also encountered some unexpected situations before, but they were all easily killed after Pan Jiang made his move. Among their peers, only a few were able to compete with them, causing them to be a bit sluggish.

However, they forgot that when they left, they would not only be facing people of the same generation, but also many extremely vicious people. Some of them were a few dozen years older than them, and some were even a few hundred years older than them.

When you encounter someone like that, you cannot expect them to be lenient towards you or show mercy. You can only be more powerful, stronger, and faster than them, and at that time, you will be able to heave a sigh of relief. As for the other half, you will never be able to let go.

Pan Jiang started laughing. He was laughing joyfully, feeling that these kids had grown up all of a sudden. It was time for him to put away the umbrella and let them take the challenge.

"Do you think I will let you off? You guys are so lazy, don't give up after a few days of practice! " Pan Jiang half-joked. Was he really that familiar with these disciples of his?

All of them looked at Pan Jiang in indignation, as if the words "Look at my sincere eyes, could I be lying to you?"

"Alright, alright, I have a task for you guys too." Pan Jiang didn't care at all. He waved his hand and said, "I don't know how long it will take for me to return. In order for you to cultivate properly, I've decided!"

Panting heavily, Pan Jiang stopped and looked at his disciple with a smile, "I've decided to have you all become international martial arts servants. If you don't do well when I return, don't blame Master for letting you all go into seclusion."

An international martial servant was like an international mercenary. When others paid, they would do things, but they would only do things that ordinary people could not do. These things required special abilities to deal with.

It was just like a special ability user in a foreign country, such as Japan's tolerance or China's ancient martial arts.

Their opponents would either be some special opponents or some supernatural incidents. Of course, the reward he got was also many times more than an ordinary mercenary.

Without a doubt, this was an occupation of licking the blood from the blade. It was a job of dancing on the tip of the blade. They had to face people who were both ancient martial artists and Adepts beyond what ordinary soldiers could handle.

There were a lot of homicidal maniacs, or people who came looking for thrills. Don't look down on them just because they were scattered soldiers. Most of them joined the organization because they couldn't stay in their own country.

The fact that he could not survive in his own country and still escape meant that his strength was not ordinary.

The Zhu Di and the others were all dumbstruck. Although they were invincible at the same level, in a place like that, what kind of old monster wouldn't have one?