The next morning, Xiao Lin stood at the entrance to the Outer Sect of the Stormwind Sect, where he had been a novice disciple for three years. He was known among his peers as the most unfortunate, but he had never cared.
As he walked toward the training ground, he heard shouts coming from the main gate. He turned to find a group of disciples gathered around a young man in shabby clothes, everyone staring at him in astonishment.
"It's him! The hero who obtained the Heavenly Emperor's inheritance!" one of the disciples shouted.
Xiao Lin's lips twitched. "This again? Is it every day that someone appears who obtains an imperial inheritance?!"
The unknown young man, looking exhausted, raised his head and looked at the crowd before saying in a low voice, "I'm just an ordinary person... I was wandering in the mountains when I stumbled upon an ancient cave. There, I found a dying elder... Before he died, he handed me this sword and told me that I was the Chosen One..."
Everyone shouted in astonishment and respect, while Xiao Lin looked up at the sky in despair. "Why don't I find any dying elders on my way? All I find are actual beggars begging for food!"
As the commotion spread, Xiao Lin felt a hand tap his shoulder. He turned to find an elderly man in gray smiling at him.
"Son... do you wish to attain great power?" the elder asked in a deep voice.
Xiao Lin stared at the elder for a moment, then turned and walked away without a word.
"Wait!" the elder shouted. "Aren't you even curious?"
Xiao Lin waved his hand carelessly. "I've passed three of your kind this month. One was a con artist, another tried to rob me, and the third disappeared as soon as I asked his name. Sorry, I don't believe you anymore."
The elder froze, while a passerby burst out laughing. "Xiao Lin, you're the most rational person in an irrational world!"
But Xiao Lin didn't know that ignoring this old man… might be the biggest mistake he had ever made in his life.