This chapter's epigraph is from a poem by the famous poet, Shmoo. Shmoo's poem is about a man who is dying, and he is about to die. The poet asks Shmoo if he would have died if it weren't for the magical armor of the heaven sect, and Shmoo replies that he wouldn't have died at all if he hadn't come to the temple to test the armor. Shmo then turns to his friend, the ling-xiao disciple, and asks him if the other disciples of the sect are wasting their time. The disciple replies that they are, but Shmoo says that he's not a match for the other disciple, but that as long as he can hold him, he should be able to catch up with him soon.