'...Even though he had now reached Perfection of Contemplation, condensed his Divine Sense, and developed a nearly photographic memory.'
'It was still just as irritating!'
'...God knows he would much rather be cultivating alone in some remote, quiet place.'
'If only he had a Root Technique...'
'Perhaps, after I get my hands on a Root Technique, I can go back to Old Ox Back to cultivate?'
'That way, he could avoid all these tedious and troublesome matters...'
...But Qin Fang knew this was just a fleeting thought.
The situation with his master and the others was unknown, and he had to find out what happened.
...He owed his master an immeasurable debt. If not for him, he would have died more than a year ago.
He never would have encountered the martial path, let alone reached his current level.
Master, Mistress, Senior Brother... and even Monkey, Xiao Qi, Qinghe, Xiao Jiu...
These were the people with whom he had formed true bonds since coming to this world.
