What You Xue found unbelievable was that a Profound Serenity Emperor had requested that a Spiritual Revolution cultivator temper his sword. This obviously defied common sense.

She couldn’t help but look at the freshly quenched black flying sword.

However, before she could get a good look at it, the man in dark robes beckoned to it. The black flying sword blurred into a streak of flowing light and slipped into his sleeves, disappearing from view.

The stalwart young man flashed him a straightforward smile. “Dear customer, you needn’t be so polite. My master said that anyone carrying a Fengdu Medallion is our guest, and that I ought to treat them well.”

The man in dark robes smiled. “Young friend, remember this: my Daoist name is Yun Songzi, and I’m from Yellow Springs Palace. If your master asks, please greet him on my behalf.”

With that, he clasped his fist, turned, and left.

So, he’s from Yellow Springs Palace, thought You Xue.

Su Yi, meanwhile, arrived at the smithy.

The stalwart young man scratched his head and said apologetically, “Sir, it’s already dark out, and we’re about to close up shop.”

Su Yi shook his head. “I’m not here to refine a treasure....