My good-for-nothing master is really as unreliable as ever. Maybe it's really because he's getting old; he just likes to act mysterious and speak in riddles. According to his plan, perhaps by the time I'd smoothly arrived at the County Town and delivered the letter, I would have been able to meet directly with a Martial Artist from the Zhao Family in the Refining Internal Realm and take a look at their Middle Grade Cultivation Techniques. He thought he could make a grand impression on his disciple without even showing his face. But now, the problem is, the Zhao Family—Zhao Yuanchang—doesn't acknowledge me.