Between the majestic buildings, two long trails that were more than ten meters long appeared on the busy street.
The durable warrior suit was already damaged as the knee areas of the suit already disappeared.
On the open area in front of the building, pedestrians were surprised as they looked at Qian Jin who was kowtowing.
Once, twice, three times...
The sound of head hitting the ground was so loud that it sounded like a drum.
The smile on Qian Cheng’s face suddenly froze. He slowly raised his head and saw the young man who was kowtowing in front of him.
His eyes had gotten a lot worse, so he had to squint his eyes to see who it was.
"Qian... Qian Jin..."
The smile on his face melted like the snow in the summer. The deep wrinkles quickly flattened as he raised his shaky arm from his legs where they were resting to touch Qian Jin who was looking up at him.
Qian Jin, it was Qian Jin.
