Li Qing was utterly shocked by the words that Jing Yan gently uttered.
If he could, he would now like to set up a memorial tablet for Li Yuanxian, then offer up several sticks of incense.
The aid this elder had provided him with could practically be described as that of half a mentor.
No, that wasn't right—his actual mentor hadn't even been so generous towards him.
"Yan'er, what you mean to say is that this little trinket can become even stronger, right? Then... would it be difficult to repair?" Li Qing asked eagerly.
He couldn't remain calm at all, and even his breathing had become heavy.
