Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Moonlight like water spilled onto the stone table and chairs in the courtyard.

On the table sat a pot of freshly brewed sobering tea, its fragrance wafting upward.

Shen Xiuyong leaned back comfortably in his chair, looking at Qiao Hongyun across from him who was still somewhat sullen, a faint trace of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

Qiao Hongyun glared at him without good humor, but finally spoke first, "You old fellow, you never visit without cause. This time coming here, is it really for that Gathering Treasure Workshop auction?"

"What else?"

Shen Xiuyong picked up his teacup and blew on the steam, "Naturally to buy some fine Black Iron Essence, then go to the Forging Weapons Hall to reforge a suitable weapon. Having reached True Aura, one must have some proper appearance, right?"

His tone carried his usual teasing, but when mentioning the new saber, a trace of anticipation showed in his eyes.

Qiao Hongyun snorted, "I guessed as much. Recently, Lin'an Prefecture City has seen quite a few unfamiliar faces. It seems they've all come for this 'largest in five years' gimmick."

"Oh?"