Ma Liangcai had great confidence in his master, Chen Yi.
Ever since he had come from a remote mountain village in Wumeng Mountain to the Prefectural City, everything he had heard and seen about Chen Yi's deeds had filled him with admiration.
The Three Towns' summer grain had been attacked, Xinglin Zhai of Jingzhou had arrived, the Jizhou Trading Company had hoarded grain for sale, and the most frenzied of all, Liu Hong had ordered the Five Poisons Sect to spread epidemic poison.
Ma Liangcai had not only witnessed some of these events firsthand, but had also been fortunate enough to take part in them and contribute his modest strength.
Under such circumstances, how could he not admire Chen Yi?
What was more, Chen Yi had taken him as a disciple and taught him the Medical Dao, allowing him to enter its gates and achieve minor accomplishment.
"With Master here, Liu'er will surely accomplish great things someday."
"Your master?"
The old fortune teller—or rather, Gongye Bai, the White Immortal disguised as a Fortune Teller—gave him a look.
Then he carefully examined Yuan Liu'er again, his fingers concealed within his sleeves making several calculations.
"Four Symbols Technique, Mysterious Turtle Breath Concealment Art, Great Spear Stance Cultivation... They seem familiar, as though I've encountered them somewhere..."
The White Immortal suddenly realized inwardly: So it was him.
No wonder this Little Saint Hand of the Medical Dao was so confident. Her master was Chen Yi.
That meant Yuan Liu'er was Chen Yi's grandstudent... What rotten luck.
The White Immortal gave Yuan Liu'er a somewhat regretful look.
He did not believe that he was better suited than Chen Yi to become Yuan Liu'er's master.
It was simply that...
For a raw jade like Yuan Liu'er, even someone as formidable as the White Immortal felt