On the third night after Zhang Yu arrived at the Falling Star Palace Complex, an attendant came to report that a cultivator named Yin Huanting wished to see him and had already been waiting outside for an entire afternoon.
It was not as if no one had come to visit him these past two days. His residence in the Kaiyang Sub-Palace alone showed that his background was far from ordinary, so some fellow cultivators had taken an interest in him and wished to make his acquaintance.
Yet he had been occupied pondering the chapter seal and had no mind to concern himself with outside matters. Still, this visitor had waited an entire afternoon. They were fellow profound cultivators, after all, and to refuse him again would be too cold-hearted. Besides, Zhang Yu had just emerged from meditation and could spare the time to meet him.
He said to the attendant, "Invite that fellow cultivator in."
The attendant bowed deeply, then turned and departed.
A while later, a young cultivator wearing a crimson brocade Daoist robe embroidered with clouds entered. Upon seeing Zhang Yu standing there to receive him, he was slightly dazed, but quickly regained his composure. Raising his hand in salute, he said, "I am Yin Huanting. Greetings, Fellow Cultivator Zhang."
Zhang Yu returned the salute with sleeves folded and invited him to sit. He himself settled onto a meditation cushion opposite him. After having the attendant serve tea, he said, "According to what the attendant said earlier, Fellow Cultivator, you came to find me on some matter?"
Yin Huanting had indeed come with a purpose. He did not beat around the bush and said directly, "Yes. Since Fellow Cultivator Zhang is here, I presume you have also heard of the Profound Truth Discourse taking place these past few