His answer was, kill that Demoness.
It has never been about others. She, Ye Wuming, is the final obstacle, going in circles and never changing.
Zhao Changhe concluded: "She is never my final destination in this world. You are."
Ye Wuming didn't respond to these aggressive words, calmly handing over the meteorite iron: "Indeed, the finest material in the heavens, capable of slicing through the void, nothing can withstand it. If you want to reforge the Dragon Sparrow, this is all you need."
Zhao Changhe put away the Void-breaking Star Iron, stood up: "Wanna play some more here, Ling Ruoyu?"
Ling Ruoyu rested her chin in contemplation of her parent's conversation. It had seemed silly before, but these last words made her feel some indescribable sensations, making the girl strangely melancholic. Her Wenqing spirit flared up, wanting to hear more, but it ended...
It seems that in father's eyes, mother's position is rather special... a distant dream from humble beginnings?
