But instinctively, at a glance to the side, he saw the Sword Ancestor looking at him with approval.
"Supreme Master..."
Hua Weiyang suddenly paused, almost tearing up again.
He was not a person who liked to cry, having lived so many years, how could he easily be moved?
Yet all one seeks in a lifetime, is not always the Great Path.
Sometimes, what most people strive for is merely the nod of approval from those they hold dear.
No matter how old Hua Weiyang became, in front of his Supreme Master, he still felt like a child who hadn't grown up.
Even though he had accomplished a lot, when seeing his Supreme Master again, his first reaction in mind:
Is still to hide the wine pouch at his waist.
Is still to smell the sleeves for any perfume scent.
Is still to lower his head to check if his collar is well arranged...
