Elder Ling tirelessly pumped the bellows, causing the wind to roar on the first floor of the Sword Casting Pavilion, and the red flames were stirred up, sending out sparks like a sky full of stars.
"I've said before, geniuses are easy to find, but Spiritual Treasures are hard to acquire. If you truly want my help, let him follow me to learn the art of casting and refining!"
Chang Zhichun blinked and was stunned.
Su Chen tugged his hand and asked, "Senior Brother, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, we... should leave first."
Chang Zhichun led Su Chen slowly out of the Sword Casting Pavilion. It wasn't until they disappeared completely that Elder Ling stopped his actions, looking solemnly at the door of the pavilion, his calloused hand clenching slightly...
Su Chen breathed in the fresh air outside, gazing at the beautiful scenery of blooming flowers, and sighed, "It's so much better outside; inside was stifling."
