When the wine was flowing freely, a simple-faced young man cultivator sidled up to Lu Xuan.
"Daoist Lu, why are you drinking dull wine here all by yourself? Come, come, have a few cups with me!"
The young man spoke to Lu Xuan with a smile, a faint trace of drunkenness in his voice.
"All you fellow daoists have experience hunting demons, and everything you're discussing is related to that. Lu can't really join in."
Lu Xuan said with a smile.
"That's true."
The young man nodded. Then a Flying Sword, cold air bristling from it, appeared before him. Trailing a faint white mist, it shuttled around beside the two of them.
"Daoist Lu, what do you think of this Fifth Grade Flying Sword I exchanged for from Heavenly Star Grotto? I risked my life and hunted seven or eight demonic beings to get it."
The young man gazed at the Flying Sword before him with burning eyes, looking as if he loved it so much he could not bear to put it down.
"Not bad. As expected of fellow Daoist Zhang. To be able to exchange for such an Exotic Treasure from Heavenly Star Grotto—Lu is impressed."
Lu Xuan silently grumbled about the young man's incomparably stiff change of topic, while a perfectly measured hint of envy appeared on his face, satisfying the other party's urge to show off quite nicely.
"Haha, if there's another chance like this next time, Daoist Lu, you absolutely mustn't miss it."
The young man laughed heartily.
"I certainly won't, certainly won't."
Lu Xuan echoed.
After the small gathering ended, he did not linger. He bade farewell to the group of cultivators and returned to his own Cave Mansion.
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye. He stayed in the Cave