No matter how boundless the Scion of Light’s prospects were, he was in the end a single person and nothing more. However, Ye Hua’s abilities could, on the other hand, certainly help all of the six Temples.
Ye Hua wept for fifteen minutes straight, until his eyes were red, and made Long Hao Chen’s clothes completely wet. With great difficulty, he managed to gradually stop his emotions.
Turning around, he let out a sound as he kneeled before Han Qian, respectfully standing in front of him, “Senior Saint Knight Head, I give you my thanks.”
Han Qian smiled, shaking his head and said: “Don’t mention it. If you’re okay with it, there is no need for you to return to Hao Yue City. In the future, you can just follow me. This old man would like to pass all his years of experience of training and cultivation to you.”
