Song Wen walked out of the arrow tower and came to Jiang Xuan's side. Before he could speak, Jiang Xuan said,
"This is the Jiang Clan's second direct-line young master—Jiang Yushan. Hurry and pay your respects."
Upon hearing this, Song Wen immediately bowed to the young man named Jiang Yushan.
"Ai Kun pays his respects to the Second Young Master. This humble one has only just arrived and hopes the Second Young Master will look after me in the future."
Jiang Yushan did not respond at once. He merely sized Song Wen up from head to toe.
That gaze was like one directed at a country bumpkin from some remote backwater—partly curious, yet laced with disdain.
"People say that all of you who ascend from the lower realms are exceptionally gifted and steadfast of heart. Yet why can I not see the slightest trace of anything extraordinary in you?"
Song Wen said, "This humble one merely cultivated diligently without pause and ascended by sheer luck. Before a dragon and phoenix among men such as the Second Young Master, this subordinate is no more than the glow of a firefly. How could there be anything extraordinary about me?"
Jiang Yushan said, "You do have a glib tongue. But your flowery words are useless before me. Tell me honestly—did you obtain some formidable inheritance or powerful treasure that allowed you to ascend?"
Song Wen was slightly taken aback. He had never expected Jiang Yushan to openly demand his "fortuitous opportunity."
"Second Young Master, please see clearly. The lower realm is poor in spiritual energy and scarce in treasures. How could there be anything worthy of the Second Young Master's notice?"
Jiang Yushan's gaze abruptly turned cold, and his tone grew several degrees frostier.
"Do not think to fob me off. Hand over