"Father, it's been a long time," said Ye Qingxuan.
Amid the killings and roars in battle, specks of blood and shattered pieces of iron shot through the air.
In an instant, everything seemed to be have left them.
Only the knight remained standing in front of Ye Qingxuan. He took off the cumbersome laurel and helmet on his head, revealing mottled gray hair and a face that was as determined as iron.
No trace of melancholy and weakness could be found on it.
"Yeah, it's been a long time." Bann gazed at the child he raised. "I remember that you used to pursue righteousness as a child back then. Are you also intending to do something wrong now?"
Ye Qingxuan thought about it, then laughed. "Probably yes?"
He finally confirmed his answer.
The old priest nodded, and he seemed to have left, leaving only the old knight with iron-like determination standing in front of Ye Qingxuan, his gaze cold.