Just then, a young Foundation Establishment Cultivator dressed in the robes of the Celestial Sword Sect approached them. Unlike the other disciples, who wore arrogant expressions, this man's face was wreathed in an enthusiastic smile.
"Are you all preparing to head down the mountain, Fellow Daoists?" the man asked with a grin, clasping his hands in a salute toward Song Changsheng and the others.
Song Changsheng returned the salute and asked, puzzled, "Indeed we are. May I ask what business you have with us, Fellow Daoist?"
The young Cultivator's smile was as warm as a spring breeze. He quickly said, "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Zhuu Ming, and I currently serve as a Steward for the Sect. You all have extraordinary talent—truly the cream of the crop. I was wondering if you might have a moment to speak with me?"
Song Changsheng's brow furrowed. 'He wouldn't be this polite without a reason; he must be after something.'
