In that moment, he was no longer the number one Martial Artist in Dongjiang.
He wasn't the pillar supporting his entire family.
He was just the youngest member of the family.
On the other end of the video call, Lin Tao looked at his son, his eyes red.
"Xiaoye, Dad is proud of you!"
...
「A week passed in the blink of an eye.」
Inside Ouyang Ye's exclusive workshop at the Myrrh Forge.
"Try it."
Ouyang Ye's voice carried a hint of fatigue, but more than that, it held the satisfaction and relief of a completed work.
He handed a long spear, which had been resting quietly on the forge, to Lin Ye.
Joy bloomed in Lin Ye's heart.
He had been looking forward to this day for a very long time.
It was a long spear, entirely jet-black, with countless strange, light-blue patterns covering its shaft.
The patterns seemed to flow under the light, as if a brilliant river of stars had been branded onto the spear's shaft.
