The moonlight flowed like water, spilling over the stone table and chairs in the courtyard.
A freshly brewed pot of sobering tea sat on the table, its fragrance curling into the air.
Shen Xiuyong leaned back comfortably in his chair, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips as he watched the still-sullen Qiao Hongyun across from him.
Qiao Hongyun shot him an annoyed glare before finally speaking up. "You old coot, you never show up without a reason. Are you really here for the Treasure Gathering Square's auction?"
"What else?"
Shen Xiuyong picked up his teacup and blew on the steam. "Of course. I'm here to buy some top-quality Profound Iron Essence, then head to the Forging Hall and have a suitable Weapon reforged. Now that I've reached the Astral Force realm, I need to have a certain presence, don't I?"
His tone held its usual teasing quality, but when he mentioned the new blade, a flicker of anticipation showed in his eyes.
