Yu Jianfeng looked at his son, his eyes flickering with an inscrutable expression. He knew his son was facing tremendous difficulties, especially concerning the weapons of top-level artificers.
There were no top-level artificers in the Vast Ancient realm; finding an artificer wasn't difficult, but finding a top one was.
Yu Jianfeng spoke with Ling Tianyu for a while before taking him back to Dead Man Mountain.
Ling Tianyu's state of mind had been pulled back. He once again carried that composed and fearless demeanor.
This was the real Ling Tianyu.
Not far away, Yu Jianfeng stared deeply at the figure of his son's back. His hands clenched tightly and then loosened, loosened and then clenched again.
"Tianyu, this is all that can be done," Yu Jianfeng murmured to himself, his gaze resolute, as though he was making some decision.
