Xu Xiaoxiong had indeed been right. A few days before the Jumaster Contest began, Master Xu returned to Sword-Casting Valley.
The news caused quite a stir, both within the Mohist School and among the visiting cultivators who had come to watch the proceedings.
For a time, Sword-Casting Valley received a great many visitors.
Song Yan was in no hurry to join the bustle.
After all, he had no particularly pressing reason or utilitarian purpose for wanting to visit Master Xu.
If he had to give a reason, then in the Cultivation World, a Law Treasure was a cultivator's second life, and damage to it was inevitable in battles with others.
If chance brought him superior artifact refining materials, he would also need to find a skilled master to make the best use of them.
Making the acquaintance of such a master swordsmith could only bring benefits, with no drawbacks.
Song Yan deliberately waited a day or two to avoid the busiest period before visiting Sword-Casting Valley again.
This time, Song Yan finally got his wish and met Master Xu himself.
The old man was not tall or imposing. In fact, he was rather lean, dressed in a short jacket and full of vigor.
At that moment, he sat beside a stone table in the courtyard, sipping tea with a relaxed expression.
Besides Xu Xiaoxiong, however, there was also a young man beside him.
Judging by his attire, he was probably a scion of an aristocratic clan.
Yet when Song Yan saw the man's face clearly, he paused in surprise.
At first glance, the man merely looked familiar, as though Song Yan had seen him somewhere before. After studying the contours of his brows and eyes more closely, he suddenly remembered who he was.
"This junior, Song Yan, pays his