Feng Yan's gaze swept between the two of them, and suddenly a teasing smile appeared on his face.
"It seems that your relationship is getting better and better."
Yin Ming felt a little uncomfortable under his all-seeing gaze, so he coughed lightly and quickly changed the subject:
"I wonder what business Young Master Feng has with me?"
Feng Yan raised an eyebrow, knowing that Yin Ming didn't want to continue the topic, so he didn't force the conversation.
He lifted his robe and sat down on the stone bench in the courtyard as if they were old friends.
"We've been through thick and thin together, so I won't beat around the bush. I'm here to borrow your Falling Star for a look."
Feng Yan toyed with the teacup on the stone table. "I know that Luo Xing was taken from Master's tomb by you because... I personally arranged Master's tomb, and I know everything that's inside."
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Yin Ming felt a little guilty for a moment. So he knew everything!
I initially found his arrogant and domineering attitude after entering the courtyard a bit uncomfortable, but now I'm fine.
Yin Ming was in the wrong first.
However, Yin Ming was still quite curious about the reason why he made this request. Just as he was about to ask why, Feng Yan's deep voice came slowly.
“I’ve been to the tomb. You’re still a good person; you didn’t greedily take all the magical treasures.” Feng Yan stopped playing with his teacup, his mood suddenly dropping a bit.
“My master loved being with those magical artifacts when he was alive. He must have been happy to have them with him in his eternal sleep.”
"Let's not talk about this anymore... Can I see Luo Xing?" Feng Yan turned to look at Yin Ming, gesturing for him to sit on the stone bench next to him.
"Don't worry, I don't want to take it back. It's just that I've recently hit a bottleneck in forging. I plan to refer to my master's works, compare the differences, and improve my forging techniques."
So that's the reason. Yin Ming nodded immediately, and without saying a word, he summoned the high-grade Saint-level sword from his spatial ring and handed it to Feng Yan.
Feng Yan took the fallen star and examined it carefully for a long time, muttering to himself. However, Yin Ming couldn't understand any of the words; they were probably professional terms in forging.
Even after Lingyao dried his hair and walked to Yinming's side, Feng Yan was still immersed in his own world, and it was unclear how long he would continue watching.
Lingyao had obviously noticed this as well. He sat down on the stone bench next to Yin Ming and gently tugged at the other's sleeve. "Yin Ming, it's getting late. Would you like to go wash up first? The water in the bathtub has been changed."
Yin Ming yawned and nodded. Actually, Feng Yan could have just taken the Falling Star Sword back to study it, or even not returned it, since it originally belonged to his master anyway.
As for what would happen to Yin Ming without this magic sword, the answer is nothing—just kidding, with Ling Yao as his henchman now, there's no need for him to make a move.
The reason Yin Ming had been sitting here was simply to get some fresh air and wait for Ling Yao to finish tidying up.
Just as he was about to get up, Feng Yan, who had been pressing his face almost against the Falling Star Sword, suddenly lifted it up. "Brother Lingyao, you've arrived. I'd like to borrow your Spirit Inscription Sword to take a look, is that alright?"
A fascination gradually ignited in his eyes. "That sword is truly extraordinary. I have never seen such a magical artifact with such spiritual power."
The light in his eyes was like the undisguised, extreme desire of a hungry wolf when it sees food. Yin Ming could understand that everyone has obsessions that others cannot imagine, and the obsession of a swordsmith is obviously a magic weapon.
Therefore, it is normal for Feng Yan's eyes to light up when he sees the Lingming Sword.
*Ahem* Just a quick aside, Yin Ming still prefers to call it the Spirit Cry Sword. Calling it 'Spirit Inscription' just feels a bit off.
That said, Yin Ming initially thought that Feng Yan would demand that he return the sword once he learned about Luo Xing's background, but judging from his current behavior, he doesn't seem to care about it.
“Of course.” Feng Yan said casually, having learned of Yin Ming’s inner thoughts.
"Master never intended to forge these magical treasures as mere decorations. What Master most wants to see is for them to shine with their own unique brilliance in the hands of powerful individuals."
"Those magical treasures in the tomb may one day find their own masters by chance. Although Master will be lonely then, he will surely be happy to see it."
Yin Ming hadn't thought of this before, but it seems that Feng Yan's awareness is quite high.
Duan Jiang must have played a part in this—those magical artifacts were relics left behind by Duan Jiang. If Duan Jiang hadn't told Feng Yan this, he probably wouldn't have been so open-minded.
This made Yin Ming look at this master blacksmith with new respect.
Yin Ming's impression of blacksmiths was that they were all arrogant like Xu Ye. Feng Yan's words made Yin Ming feel more favorably toward the profession.
Perhaps Duan Jiang deserves the title of Grandmaster not only because of his superb forging skills, but also because of his character and way of dealing with people.
No wonder a rebellious young man like Feng Yan would always follow him.
Yin Ming looked at Ling Yao for his opinion before looking up at Feng Yan, "Actually... the Lingming Sword was also obtained from Master Duan's tomb."
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