Since ancient times, the Taoist Sect required nothing, extolling the virtue of nature and the way of Heaven and Earth, embodying its essence within their hearts. Yet, three hundred years have passed and one lineage strayed, establishing a new sect upon the Jianghu.
Unfortunately, over these centuries, the members of this sect have never exceeded a hundred. With several dozen disciples in the current generation, it is a rare sight of prosperity for them, practically akin to desolation. The state of our sect is so lamentable that there's nowhere to even weep for it.
Despite such, it remains a place no one in Fufeng's Jianghu dares to provoke.
The Taoists within are not like those with good temper in the ancestral Taoist court; each one is fiercer than the next, their blades causing more pain with each strike, and their hands merciless when it comes to combat.
