Before arriving at Mystic Water Zhen Palace, Huang Fuzhou waited patiently for half an hour. Soon, a Daoist emerged, leading him to a side hall, offering fragrant tea, and bowing respectfully: "Uncle Huang, your timing is unfortunate. With the grand sect competition approaching, my master is currently in seclusion, fully immersed in cultivation, and likely unable to meet with you."
Huang Fuzhou sighed inwardly. This marked the third time he had visited here in the past six months since coming out of seclusion, yet every time he received the same response.
Qi Yuntian, the foremost of the Top Ten Disciples and a Nascent Soul True Master, had ascended to the rank without ever encountering a challenge. Now, his cultivation was even deeper and more unfathomable. Why would such a figure still require seclusion?
Clearly, this was an excuse—he simply didn't want to meet him.
