The family is an ordinary one, yet it is quite rare to nurture such a young Martial Arts Grandmaster.
Then came the gratitude for Fang Qingyu, for what he has done for all the ordinary people in their City of Injustice...
Thank you for Fang Qingyu's kindness.
Finally, he earnestly asked Fang Qingyu to accept him.
Below was a clear and powerful dark red thumbprint.
The letter is not long, and the wording cannot be called elegant.
In some places, the words are even a bit clumsy, but the sincere gratitude, the expectations for his son, and the earnestness to follow Fang Qingyu that seeped through the lines weighed heavily on the paper and on Fang Qingyu's heart.
The bright red fingerprint was more like a silent vow and entrustment.
Fang Qingyu silently looked at the letter.
For a long while, he slowly lifted his head.
His gaze fell back on the face of the young man in front of him, who was so nervous that his palms were sweating.
