On the yellow clay ground, among brick and tile houses, a few fallen leaves drifted down, stirred lightly by the breeze.
The old man held a flag, his silhouette stretched long by the setting sun.
"This is a miniature reflection of the old martial arts world drawing to a close."
A line of subtitles appeared, followed by a scene change. Dashes of red blood appeared on the ground, and Gao Jianping knelt down, looking at his father's retreating back.
"Go, I'm waiting for the day when your names will shine across the world."
His father's voice reached him, and Gao Jianping's eyes became resolute.
In the background, Wu Li also entered the frame, bowing with clasped fists to the old man's back.
"This is the promise of a new era of martial artists."
New subtitles appeared, and then the scene switched again to Gao Jianping sitting on a chair in a clinic, beginning to narrate his story.
