After Song Changsheng returned to Treasure Seeking Pavilion, he resumed his orderly routine. During this time, he honored his promise and treated Zhu Yiqun to a meal and drinks at Jade Food Pavilion. Other than that, he remained in the Artifact Forging Room, quietly improving his Artifact Forging Technique.
Because he did not have enough second-tier materials to practice with, his Artifact Forging Technique improved very slowly. He was still a short distance away from Second-Tier Low-Grade.
One day, after Song Changsheng had just finished a batch of orders, he went downstairs for some air. As if sensing something, he looked toward the street.
His gaze passed through the bustling crowd and landed on a person wearing a silver mask. Song Changsheng's pupils suddenly constricted.
"Feng Wuming?"
His heart jolted. When he looked back, however, that spot was empty once more.
So he really came. But why did he deliberately show himself before me? Was it a warning, or... Song Changsheng was deeply puzzled.
"Someone like him is far too dangerous. I need to think of a way to get rid of him."
He had originally planned to hide within the lineage and settle this karmic debt after he had grown stronger. He had not expected the other party to come knocking so soon. Then he could not blame Song Changsheng for calling in help.
After returning to his room, Song Changsheng took out the Message Flying Sword Song Luyao had left him. He forced out a drop of blood essence to awaken it, murmured softly for a moment, and the flying sword immediately turned into a streak of light and flew toward Vast Peak...
It would take time for help to arrive. For his own safety, he decided to remain in his room and cultivate.
As night fell, Song