"Oh? May I inquire as to your daughter's surname and name, and which branch she hails from?"
Fang Wang looked at the middle-aged man and asked with a smile. Although he had been down the mountain for half a month and had seen many sights, his interactions with people had been few and far between, so he was willing to chat with the man.
The middle-aged man sat down on the spot, took out a wine gourd from his storage bag, and while opening it, said with a smile, "I can't tell you that, young man. What brings you to Sword Heaven Marsh?"
Fang Wang didn't hide anything and answered, "I'm going for Spiritual Refinement."
"Spiritual Refinement? Is there a Spirit Molding Ground in Sword Heaven Marsh? I wasn't aware of that. With the Sword Saint being here, perhaps it truly exists. You really are bold, young man, daring to come here before your Spiritual Refinement. You must have encountered many hardships along the way, right?" the middle-aged man said with a sigh.