Situ Bai waved a hand, and the servant quickly retreated.
Yang Yifeng laughed.
“Bai lad, it’s been ages.”
Situ Bai glanced at Su Yuan beside him.
“This is…?”
“This is my student this year.” Yang Yifeng introduced, “This is the renowned Artifact Refining Master of the Demon Capital, Situ Bai.”
Su Yuan hurriedly bowed respectfully, “Senior Situ!”
“Good.” Situ Bai nodded with a smile and asked Yang Yifeng, “You haven’t taken a student in ten years.
What made you start again this year?”
“Couldn’t bear the loneliness.
Need to communicate more with young people…
Speaking of which, with such a big Situ Mansion, won’t you invite us in for some tea instead of chatting here?”
“Hahaha,” Situ Bai laughed heartily.
“I was so happy to see you after so long that I forgot.
Come, come in!”
Situ Bai led Su Yuan and Yang Yifeng into the mansion, following the garden path to the main hall.
After sitting down, Situ Bai directly asked, “You don’t visit for no reason.
The last time you came, you wanted me to repair your Gentle Wind Thunder Saber.
What is it this time?”
“It’s not a big deal.
Just want you to help my student forge a blue weapon.”
“A blue weapon?” Situ Bai nodded and mused, “That’s not too difficult…”
As soon as he started speaking, Yang Yifeng immediately turned to Su Yuan.
“Su Yuan, thank Senior right away.”
Su Yuan, understanding the signal, quickly took a step forward.
“Thank you, Senior Situ!”
Situ Bai chuckled at their antics.
“Old Yi Feng, you haven’t changed a bit!
It’s just a blue weapon; I won’t back down on that.”
Yang Yifeng folded his arms.
“You, Situ Bai, rarely make a move.
I wasn’t sure if repairing my saber exhausted our friendship.”
“You old fox…” Situ Bai laughed, shaking his head.
“You saved my life once.
Not just repairing the Gentle Wind Thunder Saber, even making another one, I couldn’t refuse…”
“Great!” Yang Yifeng chuckled.
“But I don’t need it anymore.
Just make one for my student.
Su Yuan, remember this favor!”
Su Yuan smiled wryly.
How could he dare interrupt these two elders joking around?
Situ Bai, though, detected something, sighing inwardly.
Just then, a pretty young girl in a light yellow robe, her hair adorned with a red stone jade hairpin, walked in with a tea tray.
She served tea to the three, then greeted Yang Yifeng, “Grandpa Yang.”
Yang Yifeng was stunned, surprised.
“Is this…
Little Qingyin?”
Situ Bai laughed.
“Can’t recognize her?”
“Grown so much in a few years!