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Jiang Chen was at a loss for words. What was wrong with this old man? They were complete strangers, yet he insisted on making Jiang Chen his disciple.
Jiang Chen didn't believe that the old man had such keen insight to see his uniqueness. It was more likely that no one wanted to practice the Iron Sand Palm, which required one to constantly thrust their hands into scorching iron sand, turning perfectly good hands into something akin to rough tree bark. The old man probably couldn't find anyone willing to inherit his Iron Sand Palm, which was why he was so eager to persuade Jiang Chen.
"Sir, we have arrived. Let's part ways here," Jiang Chen said politely as he stood up.
"Don't you want to come with me to see the Sword Immortal Ruins?" the old man asked, grabbing Jiang Chen's arm and speaking in a low voice.
"I have my own way of getting in," Jiang Chen replied.
"You have a way? What can a young man like you possibly do? Do you think I'm some kind of fraud?" the old man said suspiciously.
"Someone will take me in," Jiang Chen smiled. The bus had come to a stop, and passengers began to disembark. Jiang Chen left those words behind and stepped off.
As he passed by the seat where the young woman had been sitting earlier, he noticed it was empty but didn't think much of it. After getting off the bus, Jiang Chen hurried away. The old man wanted to catch up with him, but in the blink of an eye, Jiang Chen vanished into the crowd.
"This kid really lacks perception. Such a great opportunity comes his way, yet he doesn't know how to cherish it," the old man muttered to himself as he stood at the exit, looking around for Jiang Chen but failing to spot him.
"Grandpa, what are you looking at?" Suddenly, a girl in her twenties wearing jeans and a T-shirt tapped the old man's shoulder and asked curiously.
This girl was his granddaughter, Zhao Tingting.
"I'm watching my potential disciple. It's not every day you find someone with promise like him. Even if he runs away, I must convince him to be my disciple," the old man said.
"Grandpa, why won't you give up? What young person today wants to practice Iron Sand Palm? There are so many types of Huaxia Martial Arts; Iron Sand Palm isn't even the most powerful one—it's just the hardest to master. No one will want to learn it; you should just let it go," Zhao Tingting replied exasperatedly.
"If it weren't for your father not practicing and you not wanting to either, would I be looking for disciples? Our Zhao Family Iron Sand Palm is not passed on to outsiders. I've made up my mind: whoever becomes my disciple will also be my granddaughter's husband," the old man said earnestly.
"Grandpa, you've said that eight hundred times already! Even if you use me as bait, no one wants to learn our Zhao Family Iron Sand Palm. Besides, I already have someone I like," Zhao Tingting stated firmly.
"Huh? When did you get someone you like? Who is it?" The old man's expression tightened as he asked in a serious tone.
"It's someone Uncle Ma introduced me to; he's an inner disciple of Guiyuan Sect. Grandpa, I want to join Guiyuan Sect too," Zhao Tingting replied.
Guiyuan Sect was also one of the Hidden Sects, comparable in strength to Shen Xue Men. Uncle Ma, whom Zhao Tingting mentioned, was Ma Jie, a steward of Guiyuan Sect responsible for communication between Guiyuan Sect and the secular world.
Ma Jie and Zhao Fangqiu, Zhao Tingting's grandfather, were old acquaintances. However, after Ma Jie joined Guiyuan Sect, they hadn't seen each other for a long time until Ma Jie became a steward and could go out again; only then did they reconnect.
The reason Zhao Fangqiu had mentioned having a way into Sword Immortal Ruins earlier was because of Ma Jie's assistance.
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