Outside Feng Zen's chambers laid a bridge made of silver. On the bridge, a bloody fight was commencing between two Zen Clan warriors. One of them was bald while the other had long hair. The bald head Zen Clan warrior grabbed the long-haired Zen Clan warrior by the neck and slammed him on the ground. The reason the two soldiers were fighting because Feng told them that they had to fight to the death. He would make the winner of the deathmatch his pupil. The winner of the deathmatch was the bald head fellow. Feng walked past the Zen Clan warrior and snapped his fingers. Unexpectedly the man's head exploded into blood. He never was going to train anyone. He only had one pupil. Himself. At the other end of the bridge was another strong Zen Clan warrior.

Feng spat on the ground and grinned. The name of the Zen Clan warrior was Narmak. Narmak was a very skinny man who was born with a deformation. He had gills. He used water as his deathly weapon. He only specialized in his natural powers. " You have finally decided to come out of your chambers." " It took you long enough." "I have some bad news to discuss with you."