As the rain of autumn fell, Hanzhou walked into the rainy season. The streets had also become more sparse, even the Old Street that had pretty good popularity had also gone down. Uninterrupted by the rain, Su Tao was leading his three disciples to practice the Pulse Art, with Zhao Jian being the most outstanding one amongst the three. Ever since Su Tao showed off how he shot needles, Zhao Jian was in complete admiration of him. Every day, Zhao Jian would spend a significant amount of time and energy practicing acupuncture in hopes that he could reach Su Tao’s realm.

When they finished practicing the Pulse Art, Cai Yan walked over with a few hot towels while sourly staring at Su Tao., “Strengthening your body even when it’s raining, can’t you do it inside? Why do you have to get wet in the rain, what if you’re sick?”

Wang Peng grabbed onto the edge of the towel, but because it was too hot, he bounced it between his hand and smiled. “That’s because you have no idea of Master’s good intentions. He’s trying to advertise to attract the attention of others. Don’t see how it might seem useless, who knows, there might be...