Qin Han dared not look into Jiang Qing's eyes, filled with deep motherly love; he could only, like a child, cast aside his status as the Holy Medicine Sect Leader and let go of all the positions admired by others.
Just like a sincere believer, he came to receive the greatest blessing in this world.
This was the blessing bestowed by a mother's spirit, perhaps a force that many evil powers could never understand.
In today's martial arts community, where all sorts of people are mixed, engaged in dark and supreme behaviors.
The presence of family members seems no longer so important, as they have become cruel and ruthless by abandoning their deserved responsibilities.
Maybe this is why they could never suppress Qin Han; how could those in the gutter compare to Qin Han whose heart is under the morning sun?
Qin Han also felt that Song Yuwei's grip on his left palm became even tighter, as if she were worried about a complete loss.
