This is an exquisite knife.
It is about the length of two palms, inlaid with amber and obsidian, and the handle is engraved with spiral patterns. The blade tip is like a mirror, very beautiful in appearance.
It is extremely sharp, cuts through anything effortlessly, even the heart of a First Level God.
Who placed it here?
It quietly lies on a piece of black velvet cloth.
...
Returning to Luowasha, Su Ming'an sat on the Giant Dragon of the Cloud City God, opened the World Book, and turned to the last page.
He tidied his slightly messy hair, straightened his bow tie, smoothed the cuffs, then picked up the feather pen, bending down, leaving ink on the last page:
"This is a story about love and ideals."
No need for meticulous carving of each word, his thoughts flowed, the ink spread, the words clear:
"A group of people, or many people, for the ideal of returning home, went through setbacks and hardships, and ultimately fulfilled their wish."
