Jiang Cheng was not angry about this; he rather understood the Master of Casting.

Those who reach the peak in any field inevitably acquire some eccentric temperaments. Some might not want others to disturb them and waste their precious time, while others may feel a sense of being "lonely at the top," disdaining to converse with ordinary people, thinking they wouldn't understand them.

Since this Master of Casting didn't even want to meet with them, now it was time to head back. Although he felt somewhat unwilling, Jiang Cheng was definitely not someone who would impose on others. He would never use his superior abilities to force others to satisfy his personal desires.

The innkeeper also sighed, having been in acquaintance with this old friend for decades; he understood him deeply. Since his old friend declined the meeting, there was absolutely no chance of seeing him.

This made him feel a bit guilty towards Jiang Cheng and Yanran.

Originally, they had lost hope in seeking the weapon, but he rekindled their hope, and what was the result? Poof.

Yanran, on the other hand, didn't mind. She lingered among the various bonsais of the Master of Casting. These lifelike, intricately crafted bonsais made her feel very happy.

Especially a few of the bonsais, which surprisingly reminded her of the Nameless Planet's scenery before its destruction. At that time, the Nameless Planet was sunny and pleasant, with beautiful weather and a nice environment. In their star system, it was a renowned tourist destination.

That was decades ago.

Now, seeing these bonsais which look so similar to her homeland's scenery, Yanran felt spiritually uplifted.

Jiang Cheng and the old man at the inn saw Yanran immersed in the beautiful bonsais; they didn't say anything. Since they had come here, although they didn't get to meet the Master of Casting, looking at the other items he had personally arranged was also worthwhile. After all, the bonsais in front of them were exquisite works of art.

A sudden "snap" sound echoed in the air; Yanran, while absent-mindedly touching a pot of bonsais in front, accidentally knocked a stone from the pot to the ground.

The innkeeper's face changed dramatically; he knew his old friend had an extremely peculiar disposition, and absolutely did not allow others to meddle with his things.

Although his old friend refused to see them, he still hadn't given up hope and wanted to find another opportunity to meet the Master of Casting again.

But now it was impossible.

That young lady in a daze not only touched his bonsais but also knocked a stone off it. This will undoubtedly deepen his old friend's prejudice against them, making it even harder to arrange a meeting.

Indeed, just as the tightly closed room door was pushed open, before the Master of Casting even stepped out, a raging voice was already heard: "Who?! Who dared to touch my things?!

As the yelling continued, an elderly man with an imposing stature and an elegant countenance, clearly handsome in his youth, burst out.

His gaze swept over Jiang Cheng and the innkeeper, huffing; clearly, these two were not the culprits that made him angry.

He then turned his attention to the young girl standing bewildered in front of the bonsais.

The truly eccentric temperament is indifferent to people, neither divided by age nor gender.

So the Master of Casting did not hesitate to shout at Yanran: "Who allowed you to touch my bonsais?"

What qualifications do you have to touch my things?

When Yanran accidentally knocked the stone from the bonsai to the ground, she hadn't fully realized it. Her thoughts were still lost among those exquisite bonsais.

The Master of Casting's anger startled her. When she turned and realized she was the cause of his anger, she hurriedly began to apologize.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Yanran pleaded, "Sir, it was not intentional. Your bonsais are simply too mesmerizing."

Standing by, the innkeeper could only shake his head and sigh. His old friend's temper was truly terrible.

But what happened next left the two of them dumbfounded.

The Master of Casting, flushed with anger, seemed to have words caught in his throat upon seeing Yanran. When facing her, he gasped, extending a finger towards Yanran, mouth agape, unable to utter a single word.

Yanran was also frightened by the old man's demeanor. She couldn't help but touch her hair, then looked down at her clothes. Everything seemed normal.

Could it be the bow on her back that scared the old gentleman?

Although Jiang Cheng was equally confused by the scene, he immediately stepped forward and gently patted the Master of Casting's back, while also sending a gentle spiritual power into him.

With Jiang Cheng's pat, the Master of Casting coughed and finally snapped out of his shock.

In every regard, Yanran was an undeniable beauty. Ordinary people would only be stunned by her looks, but the Master of Casting was no ordinary man, and clearly, his shock didn't stem from Yanran's beauty.

Once the Master of Casting calmed down, Yanran too had a peculiar expression.

The old gentleman in front of her reminded her of the elders who once accompanied her, now long resting beneath the ground.

Even though she knew she had never met him before, nor could he be one of those elders, why did she feel such familiarity looking at him?

Introduced by the innkeeper, Jiang Cheng and Yanran had come to visit the Master of Casting, only to find, as they had expected, that the eccentric man didn't even wish to meet them.

As they were preparing to leave, Yanran inadvertently knocked a stone from the Master of Casting's bonsais onto the ground.

This trespassed on the Master of Casting's taboo; he was extremely averse to anyone casually touching his things.

The Master of Casting burst out full of fury, wanting to see who exactly was so impolite.

But when his eyes fell on Yanran, he looked as though he'd seen a ghost, standing there, speechless for a long while.

Seeing the Master of Casting calm down, Yanran too felt a strange sense towards him, thinking the Master of Casting seemed very much like those elders who once accompanied her on the Nameless Planet for years.

"You, are you from the Rory Busby Fergus Race?" The Master of Casting asked with a trembling voice, his eyes filled with hope, inquiring the beautiful young girl standing before him.

Yanran nodded, and suddenly a thunderous thought flashed through her mind.

"You too? Are you also a member of the Alorri Busby Fergus Race?" Tears welled up in Yanran's eyes as she trembled with disbelief, asking the Master of Casting.

The Master of Casting's expression relaxed, joyful tears flowed down his chin, and with a smile on his face, he slowly opened his arms towards Yanran.

Yanran let out a cry of joy, leaping into the Master of Casting's embrace, joyful tears streaming down her face as well.

The innkeeper was moved to tears by this touching scene before him. He turned away quietly, and silently wiped his tears.