"You didn't even engrave your name on this sword, yet your name is branded into it."
Zheng Jin turned it over and examined it for a while. "Can I borrow it for a few days?"
Wen Xu had never used this sword since it was forged. If anyone else had asked to borrow it, he certainly would not have agreed, but since Senior Brother Zheng had spoken, he did not hesitate in the slightest. "Take it, Senior Brother."
"Forget taking it. I'm not a Sword Cultivator. Go do your work; I'll go look at the local gifts you sent me."
Thus, when Zhi Lianshan arrived, he found nothing but empty air. Still, it was not a complete wasted trip—Wen Xu had not yet left, and he even received a gift brought back from the foot of the mountain.
"I heard that Senior Brother has made great achievements in the field of medicine. They are merely some worthless spirit plants; I hope Senior Brother will not refuse them."
Zhi Lianshan had not expected his little Martial Granduncle to be so courteous, actually bringing gifts back after going out. Though he knew he might be benefiting from Zheng Jin's favor, being treated with genuine sincerity was, after all, something that made one happy. "My health was poor some time ago, so I secluded myself for a while and missed the Sect Grand Competition. I heard Little Martial Granduncle took first place in the Sect Grand Competition?"
"Senior Brother is well informed."
Zhi Lianshan sat where Zheng Jin had just been sitting. "The last time we met was when you returned to the Mortal Realm. Judging by Little Martial Granduncle's appearance now, have you settled the affairs of the past and succeeded in taking revenge?"
Wen Xu froze. He had not expected the