[After a year of preparations, the Cauldron Summit Tournament officially began.]
[At your age, you naturally could not compete and could only watch from the sidelines.]
[While watching the matches, you made an unexpected discovery.]
[The utterly ordinary Wuji Sword Sect disciple who had saved you ten years ago was actually the Sect Master of the Wuji Sword Sect!]
[His name was unimportant. He had a title far more familiar to the world—the Sword Master!]
[As you looked at the Sword Master, his sharp gaze immediately locked onto you, and he gave you a slight nod.]
[You returned it with a polite smile.]
[That was the extent of your relationship—mere nodding acquaintances.]
[The Old Monk appeared beside you.]
["You know the Sword Master?"]
["He saved me and even gave me a jade token."]
[You took out that jade token.]
[The Old Monk glanced at it and smiled faintly.]
["Amitabha..."]
[Then, he returned the Bronze War Sword and Jade Slip he had snatched from you last year.]
["After this poor monk's appraisal, this sword has no affinity with Buddha, and the Cultivation Method recorded in this Jade Slip is by no means a demonic cultivation method. Benefactor, you may use them without worry."]
[You could not hold it in anymore and burst out laughing.]
["No, you bald old donkey, aren't you being way too timid? The Sword Master and I barely even know each other."]
[The monk smiled.]
["Indeed, you and the Sword Master barely know each other."]
["Don't you believe me!"]
["Indeed, I do not."]
[You felt as though you wore the Wall-Facer's smile on your face. No matter what you said, the Old Monk would not believe you.]
[Forget it. Getting these two good items back was nice enough.]
[The Flame Iron Heavy Sword had been damaged, so having