"Oh? May I ask your daughter's full name, and which branch she belongs to?"
Fang Wang looked at the middle-aged man and asked with a smile. Although he had spent half a month descending the mountain taking in the scenery, he had very few interactions with people, so he was currently willing to chat with the other party.
The middle-aged man sat cross-legged on the spot, took a wine gourd out from his Storage Bag, and chuckled as he unscrewed it. "That I cannot tell you, little brother. What is your purpose in going to Jian Tianze?"
Fang Wang did not hide it and replied, "To undergo Spirit Molding."
"Spirit Molding? Jian Tianze has a place for Spirit Molding? That I actually didn't know. Since the Sword Saint is here, perhaps there really is one. Little brother, you're quite bold yourself—to come here without having undergone Spirit Molding yet. You must have encountered quite a few trials and tribulations along the way, right?" The middle-aged man sighed with emotion.
With the help of the Breathless Natural Skill, the middle-aged man could not see through Fang Wang's aura.
During the ten years of seclusion, Little Purple had also learned a certain breath-concealing technique. It discovered this technique within the Great Sage's Grotto-Heaven. Previously in the Great Sage's Grotto-Heaven, it needed to emit demonic aura to repel other demonic creatures, so it only briefly touched upon this technique and did not delve into it. Now that it had mastered the breath-concealing technique, it looked like an ordinary snake, except for its bright coloring.
"Indeed, it was truly difficult," Fang Wang said, feigning a sigh.
"Meeting is by fate. Even if you came for Spirit Molding, you should be a sword cultivator. My name is Gu Tianxiong, and you?" The middle-aged man smiled.