Sword Casting Shop, Main Hall.
A blacksmith in his fifties, with a naïve and honest face, walked in. When he laid eyes on Ning Daoran, his body trembled instantly.
This man looked exactly like the Immortal Painting hanging in the main room of his family's home!
"Thump!!"
The blacksmith immediately kneeled, "Could it be… could it be Senior Ning?"
"Who are you?"
Ning Daoran found the man somewhat familiar.
"My name is Sang Cheng, now the shopkeeper of the Sword Casting Shop. While still alive, my father Sang Ping'an often told me about Senior. I never expected Senior to truly return!" he said excitedly.
Ning Daoran nodded slightly, "Get up, Sang Cheng."
"Yes!"
Sang Cheng quickly got to his feet and said, "Senior Ning, I have ordered the rooms to be cleaned. Now that Senior has returned, you must stay in the Sword Casting Shop for several days."
