This body was so frail, it was almost unimaginable. He was certain he had returned to the age of fifteen, just the day he was about to begin his cultivation.,“Young master, the deputy sect leader just sent someone to say that if you are free, please go to his place. He has something important to discuss with you,” Zhang Chongtian said respectfully.,Some were merely an ordinary little wooden hut, a slow and clear stream, and a middle-aged man in green clothes sitting on the ground by the river.。