Li Wan'er did not mind and said casually, "Only by putting things to their full use can their value be shown.
For such a wondrous cave abode to contain nothing but a single sword would be far too wasteful.
By the way, old man, what is your name?"
The old man was stunned upon hearing this. He casually tossed aside the empty wine jug, then only spoke after a long while. "I forgot long ago. Just call me old man. It sounds rather nice."
In an open clearing stood a solitary great hall, and from afar, the scent of incense and offerings could be detected.
Half the clearing before the hall was relatively clean, while fallen leaves had piled up over the other half. A broom leaned against a nearby tree.
Clearly, the old man had been halfway through sweeping when he heard something and put down his broom to come take a look.
The old man pointed to a stone table nearby, signaling for Li Wan'er to wait, then picked up the broom and resumed sweeping last night's fallen leaves.
The yellow leaves were rather mischievous, rolling about now and then in the gentle breeze. The old man was in no hurry; he simply stepped forward and carefully gathered them together again.
"What profound intent! With such skill, in Qingyun, apart from Senior Uncle Daoxuan and Uncle Tian of Dazhu Peak, no one else could accomplish this." Li Wan'er made no attempt to hide her amazement.
The old man chuckled. "You forgot to count yourself.
By the way, how many years has it been since you came up the mountain?"
Li Wan'er was stunned as well. She truly had never carefully counted how many years she had been here, to the point that she had nearly forgotten.
"I do