"My name is Wang Ping'an."
The boy said softly, then stared at Hua Donghan's sword placed aside.
Hua Donghan noticed the boy's intention and picked up the sword:
"You like this?"
Wang Ping'an nodded vigorously.
He usually played with his friends using branches and sticks as longswords, but had never touched a real sword.
Hua Donghan smiled and handed his sword over: "Hold it."
Wang Ping'an hugged the sword as if he had gained a treasure.
For a boy of his age, it was like holding the entire World.
"Big sister, can I become as powerful as you and this uncle in the future?"
Wang Ping'an looked up at Hua Donghan and asked innocently.
Yang Lingyue, beside them, awkwardly touched his nose.
He was indeed more than twenty years older than Hua Donghan.
"Why do you want to be as powerful as us?"
Hua Donghan asked with a smile.
"I want to go to battle and kill those Grassland barbarians. I want to be a great hero like my father!"
