"Little Fei no longer remembers me, he remembers no one. I know he's a ghost, yet I don't want to believe that I've lost my son." The young man held Little Fei close to his chest, lovingly stroking his son's head. "If I had been willing to set my business aside that day and accompanied Little Fei to pay respects to his mother, maybe he wouldn't have been killed by demons. It's all my fault! That day, the World Keystone Array exploded, ghosts wailed mournfully, and a child, alone in the Chaotic Burial Mound, what terrifying experiences did he endure?" The young man covered his eyes, tears trickling through his fingers.
"I really can't thank you enough, these two swords are the promised reward for you." The young man raised his hand, handing the swords to Leng Yanhua and Tianmiao, clearly an NPC, yet his emotions felt so real.
Leng Yanhua received the sword from the young man, and the hand that passed the sword then fell limp.
