Meeting Gift

There are indeed many things and people in this world that Zhang Tie finds difficult to comprehend, such as the Castle of Black Iron, the seemingly omniscient Bamboo Forest Elder in the Soaring Heaven Academy, and this old man who can walk out of five or six-hundred-degree magma without losing a single hair...

Zhang Tie's personality has always been open-minded; since he cannot understand it, he simply stops trying. Regardless, at this moment, Zhang Tie feels he has latched onto a very, very thick thigh—the kind of thigh he has dreamed of clinging to his entire life.

"Master, we have known each other for so long, yet I still don't know your name." As the two walked through the dim, subterranean karst cave, Zhang Tie asked the strange old man out of curiosity. Since he had already performed the apprenticeship, it would be improper not to know his master's name, knowing only the nickname Demon Refiner.

"My surname is Zhao, and my given name is Yuan!" the strange old man said as he walked, then sighed. "This name, even I cannot remember how many years it has been since I last used it. Others call me Demon Refiner. After being called by that name for so long, my real name has been forgotten by everyone..."

From the old man's sigh, Zhang Tie sensed a lonely, sour, and desolate flavor. Looking at the old man's slightly thin frame and messy hair, and thinking of the days the old man spent wandering alone on Hidden Dragon Island, Zhang Tie felt his nose sting for some unknown reason.

Although the two were walking in the darkness and Zhang Tie had not made a sound, Zhao Yuan seemed to sense Zhang Tie's inner feelings. He turned his head and looked at Zhang Tie with