The Flying Sword was like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, it reached Zhang Sheng's cave mansion. This was Wei Yuan's first visit to Zhang Sheng's dwelling. The courtyard was quite messy, with piles of various odd tools and materials scattered about on the left and right. It hardly resembled the abode a cultivator as Wei Yuan had imagined, and it certainly didn't have the collection of treasures like Bao Yun's Courtyard.
Zhang Sheng asked Wei Yuan to take a seat in the study and then brought out a box. Upon opening it, inside was a thick stack of Jade Paper. Gazing at the pile of Jade Paper, Zhang Sheng also lost himself in a momentary daze.
"It's been ten years already…" Zhang Sheng sighed, closed the lid of the box, and then picked up the blank piece of Jade Paper on the table, placing it in front of Wei Yuan.
"Sign your name and then drop three drops of fresh blood," Zhang Sheng said expressionlessly.
"What is this?" Wei Yuan felt a sense of unease.
