Chapter 409 - Epilogue 2

In the middle of a wide backyard, a ten-year-old boy was swinging a wooden sword. He was crying as he kept on swinging the wooden sword up and down. The ten-year-old boy had a familiar looking face that most people would know. This was because, except for his amber hair that he inherited from his mother, his overall look was the exact replica of his father who was a famous hero.