Chen Ping'an arrived at the entrance of the villa and took off his bamboo hat.0

Senior Song was still wearing a black robe, but he was no longer carrying a sword and he appeared much older than before.0

There was a look of disbelief on the face of the Water Combing Nation's sword saint, and he asked with a thick accent, "Little boy?"0

Chen Ping'an didn't know whether to nod or to shake his head, but he ultimately decided to nod anyway.0

Song Yushao laughed heartily and forcefully slapped Chen Ping'an's shoulder, saying, "Not bad, you've grown up so quickly that I almost didn't recognize you. Why aren't you wearing straw sandals and carrying a bamboo bookcase anymore? That way, I might have recognized you at a single glance."0

"Care for some hotpot?" Chen Ping'an asked with a smile.0

Song Yushao didn't respond to the question, and he instead asked, "What happened at the small town? Why did Su Lang's sword qi suddenly stop? Did that have anything to do with you?"0

Chen Ping'an nodded and replied, "I blocked Su Lang's sword qi and sent him flying back to the small town. He most likely won't come here to trouble Senior Song anymore."0

He didn't make up a random reason, since Senior Song was a senior member of the cultivation world whom he respected and admired greatly. Moreover, it was extremely difficult to fool Senior Song.0

However, it was oftentimes the case that the truth would sound very fake, while lies would sound very true.0

For example, the old steward, Song Yushao's grandson Song Fengshan, and his grandson's wife Liu Qian all doubted Chen Ping'an's words.0

Only Song Yushao believed Chen Ping'an straight away, and he grabbed the young man's arm and said, "Since the matter is resolved, let's go inside and take a seat. There's no hurry about the hotpot. After you treat me to some hotpot and clear your debt, you might pat your backside and leave straight away. At that time, will I still be able to ask you to stay? And it's not like I'm able to forcefully...0