Tian Qiyuan

In an auction house somewhere in Eighth Heaven, a tall figure wearing a fiery red mask approached one of the workers there and said, "I have a weapon that I would like to sell here."

Without turning his head, the worker glanced at this figure and gave him a quick assessment. The figure, shrouded in a ragged cloak that seemed to have been scorched by fire, stood there with an air of mystery. His cultivation, a mere Golden Immortal, didn't seem to match the unique aura that emanated from him, leaving the worker perplexed.

"If you want to sell your trash, you can go elsewhere. This place isn't a place for beggars either, so scram." The worker sneered.

"..."

The masked figure's voice rang out, clear and defiant, in response to the worker's mocking words, "Oh? So, this place is so grand that it deems a weapon crafted by the Exalted Blacksmith, Tian Qiyuan, to be trash? I suppose I'll heed your advice and find a more appreciative place elsewhere."