Shen Yuxi's gaze shifted to Zhu Rong beside him. Following his line of sight, Bai Xiangchuan immediately caught on and introduced him with a smile. "This is Fellow Daoist Zhu Rong, a disciple of Myriad Sword Cliff. His forging skills are exceptionally impressive."
Zhu Rong cupped his hands in salute to Shen Yuxi, his manner quite proper. "Senior Brother Shen, we meet again."
Myriad Sword Cliff—despite its name sounding like a murderous den full of sword cultivators, it was actually a venerable and rather renowned name among artifact cultivators.
It was said that the sect's founding patriarch had once landed a massive order from a sword cultivation sect, forging over ten thousand swords day and night until he nearly coughed up blood, only then earning his first pot of gold.
Later, to commemorate that "rags-to-riches history," they took the name "Myriad Swords" and forcibly hung it over their own gates.
As for whether outsiders would misunderstand, the patriarch did not mind in the slightest. His exact words had been, "Misunderstanding is better! Artifact cultivators value hiding their edge, while sword cultivators love showing off. Let outsiders think we're sword cultivators, and there'll be fewer people coming to make trouble."
Shen Yuxi gave a slight nod in return, his gaze carrying a faint, detached distance.
Bai Xiangchuan had long been unable to hold himself back. Patting Zhu Rong on the shoulder, he laughed. "Speaking of which, it was thanks to Second Senior Brother that I got to know Brother Zhu."
Shen Yuxi raised a brow.
Bai Xiangchuan immediately launched into the story with animated expressions—
That day on Profound Heaven Street, Zhu Rong's gaze had accidentally fallen upon the blue-gold jade ornament Shen Yuxi had dropped. The ornament looked ordinary, yet he saw through the mystery within at a glance. After