Yang Lujia remained persistent. He still had the last ripple to overcome. If he could not even overcome the second ripple, would he still be worthy of a son to his extremely talented father?
But it was really too damn painful.
The banging and sharp sounds kept ringing in his ears—as though his eardrums would explode at any moment. He gritted his teeth and looked at the blank space. No matter what, this must be a trial left by his father to temper his persistence and willpower.
"Your Highness, your son is truly incredible! Look at him! He was still persisting! If I were the one who was there, I would have already exploded in anger!" The White Tiger felt amazed inside and saw Yang Lujia in a different light.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!