On the way home from the research institute, Tang Qingying chatted with Han Qiwu about all kinds of things. From her childhood and growth to breakthroughs in research, there was no topic left untouched.
Han Qiwu listened while also sharing his own experiences with Tang Qingying.
Under the starlight, the car carrying their stories headed toward home.
When they arrived home, Han Qiwu had just pulled Tang Qingying into the courtyard when he saw the enchanted axe floating in mid-air, now transformed into a brand-new version.
The axe was now pure white throughout, with an exaggeratedly elongated blade. The handle was encircled with intricate wooden rings, presenting a design that was both simplistic and imposing.
Han Qiwu walked over, reached out to grab the axe, and gave it a light toss to weigh it.
The axe felt noticeably heavier than before, and swinging it produced scattered crescent moonlight effects, making it look exceptionally dazzling.
