The Yikun Sect.
The Seven Peaks Sword Gathering had only recently ended, and many cultivators had already taken their leave.
Some cultivators had chosen to stay and depart another day.
Zhang Yuan sat cross-legged in his cultivation chamber, facing the window and gazing outside in agitation.
He was still dwelling on his defeat at the sword gathering a few days earlier.
He was the senior disciple of Falling Chess Peak, his master's first disciple.
Yet he had not even made it into the sect's top sixteen.
Now, never mind outsiders-even some disciples within the sect were no longer entirely convinced he deserved his position.
Yesterday, one had even dared to talk back to him.
The thought filled Zhang Yuan with anger.
On top of that, Qian He had been cold toward him lately. Nothing was going his way...
Perhaps he needed to find someone to tell his fortune again.
As he was thinking this, a disciple suddenly ran in.
"Senior Brother, Master wants to see you."
"Understood."
Zhang Yuan replied irritably.
He had not seen his master since his defeat.
He arrived at Falling Chess Peak's main hall.
An old man with sword-like brows and star-bright eyes was leafing through a book. Seeing him arrive,
he first asked how his injuries were.
Though angry at his failure to do better, he was still his disciple, after all.
"They're fine now. Thank you for your concern, Master.
"I was careless this time and disgraced you."
The old man waved a hand. "Forget it. You were unlucky, too, running into that disciple from Lotus Flower Peak.
"Besides, you've been distracted these past few days...
"Let it go. Reflect on it properly."
"I will follow your instructions, Master."
Seeing that Zhang Yuan was still unsettled, the old man could not help reminding him