He was happy for his old friend. He had heard his old friend sigh many times, and after understanding the reason for his sadness, he didn't know how to comfort him.

His old friend told him that he might be the only survivor of their tribe.

He understood why his old friend kept himself busy all day and never relaxed like him, basking in the sun, watching the breeze, and sipping drinks.

Because whenever his old friend settled down, he couldn't help but think of his hometown, his tribesmen, and how he was a lonely existence in this world.

Such emotions were unbearable for his already melancholy and sensitive old friend.

He had also seen his old friend try to drown his sorrows in alcohol, only to become more sorrowful, and he even considered suicide.

Later, his old friend kept himself busy, so he wouldn't have time to think about those sad things.

Relieved, the innkeeper thought, although the young girl in front of him wasn't familiar with his old friend, they shared the same bloodline.

Knowing he was no longer alone in this world, his old friend would surely feel much happier.

At this moment, Yanran was also very excited. She had believed she was the last of her kind, only to find out there were others, and this person resembled the elders who once accompanied her, sharing the same warmth.

The Master of Creation wiped away his tears, gently pushed Yanran away, and attentively examined her face, tenderly wiping away her tears.

The innkeeper jokingly comforted them, "Come now, old man. I haven't seen you cry in years. I thought your eyes had lost that function."

The Master of Casting didn't mind his friend's joke.

He had changed a lot from before, inviting Yanran warmly to his home.

Only Yanran.

He had many questions for this young tribesman, eagerly waiting to express the words that had been buried in his heart for decades.

The innkeeper and Jiang Cheng stood aside awkwardly.

The Master of Casting's favoritism was too obvious, making others feel unacknowledged.

The innkeeper coughed continually beside him, reminding his friend of his presence.

The Master of Casting glanced at him and then at Jiang Cheng, as Yanran introduced, "This is my teacher, sir."

Jiang Cheng nodded and smiled courteously.

As they say, a smile can defeat hostility, and since he was so polite, the Master of Creation couldn't lose face and invited them both to his home as well.

The Master's house was indeed comfortable. Though the furnishings were minimal, they were rich in design and streamlined. Some items had impressively intricate carvings that left a lasting impression.

The Master of Casting invited everyone to sit down. After the servants at home served various drinks, he started conversing with Yanran, leaving the innkeeper and Jiang Cheng aside.

The old and the young talked for a long time, laughed, and cried. From sharing Yanran's experiences to discussing the tribe's exceptional craftsmanship, famous personalities, glorious history, and the fate of their tribesmen. The innkeeper and Jiang Cheng listened to their worldly conversations without feeling bored.

Finally, their conversation came to an end because the Master's butler had signaled several times that the food was getting cold, prompting the host to invite everyone to dine.

The Master of Casting's eccentricity was evident during the meal. He kept serving Yanran so much that her plate looked like a small mountain.

In contrast, aside from the initial courteous gesture of letting them eat freely, the innkeeper and Jiang Cheng were ignored completely.

Fortunately, the innkeeper being his long-time friend understood his behavior well, and Jiang Cheng, having met similar people before, knew they all had eccentric personalities, so neither took offense.

While the Master of Creation and Yanran chatted happily, Jiang Cheng and the innkeeper conversed about the taste of the dishes and various interesting events during their travels.

The meal lasted a long time, as most of the conversation revolved around talking, leaving little room for the food itself.

Not that the Master's cooking was bad; on the contrary, it was quite delicious, and the skill of the chef was impressive.

At the table, Jiang Cheng noticed Yanran shed tears a few times. Later, he learned that some dishes were special to their tribe, made by her mother during important celebrations, which brought back emotional memories for her.

Indeed, "retreating into a dead end, only to find a city surrounded by lush willows," just as the innkeeper saw Yanran being chased away by the Master of Casting, fatefully, she belonged to his rare tribe.

Yanran's arrival profoundly affected the Master of Creation, making him feel less alone in this world.

Their joyful conversation continued from before dinner, during the meal, and afterward. When the two observers lost interest and were ready for a nap, the Master of Casting finally inquired about Yanran's intention.

Yanran shared that she had come to request the Master of Creation to forge a unique weapon for close combat.

The Master of Casting asked with great interest what kind of weapon she wanted.

When Yanran mentioned she wanted a pair of claws, the Master of Casting fell into contemplation.

Frowning slightly, his fingers tapped lightly on the table, evidently considering how to create such a weapon.

After thinking for a while, the Master of Casting asked Yanran, "Why did you think of this weapon? It's quite rare, especially at your age; you likely haven't seen it much."

Yanran replied, "I've considered common weapons like daggers and knives, but when my teacher asked me to choose, 'claws' just sprang to mind instinctively."

"Indeed, whether during my planetary studies or on the Nameless Planet, I hadn't seen such a weapon. But it suddenly appeared, and my hands started moving instinctively. She struggled to describe how she felt at the time."