"Myriad Sword Mountain Range," atop a mountain peak in the west.
Song Qingming sat in a pavilion halfway up the mountain, gazing through the nearby window at the mist-shrouded ravine beneath the cliff.
After a while, he picked up the tea bowl at hand, only to discover that he had long since finished the Spiritual Tea inside. He quietly set it back down.
After presenting his visiting card and coming up the mountain, Song Qingming had been brought here by a Foundation Establishment Cultivator from Heavenly Sword Pavilion. He had waited for more than half an hour already, yet no one had come to answer him.
Although he had long heard from True Person Feihe that the cultivators of Heavenly Sword Pavilion were rather overbearing in their ways, he had not expected them to treat even a Nascent Soul Cultivator who had come calling with such contempt and neglect. He could not help sighing softly to himself.
After waiting another quarter of an hour, just as Song Qingming patiently prepared to take out a scroll to read, footsteps suddenly sounded at the door.
Before long, a white-haired elder with a somewhat aged face pushed open the door and entered. Smiling, he stepped forward and cupped his hands.
"This junior, Cheng Rong, greets Senior Song!"
After bowing to Song Qingming, Cheng Rong continued calmly, "Senior, we have already passed your letter on to Martial Uncle Yuhua of Purple Sword Peak.
Martial Uncle Yuhua has agreed to see you. Please follow this junior up the mountain!"
"Oh! Then I shall trouble you to lead the way."
Hearing the white-haired elder named Cheng Rong say that Madam Yuhua was willing to see him, Song Qingming, who had just been feeling rather stifled, was immediately delighted. He hurriedly nodded slightly.
Led by Cheng Rong,