"Senior, you are..."
Xu Zhongliang hurriedly said from the side, "This is the Temple Master of our Warrior Temple, Temple Master Qiu Yonghao."
Long Haochen stamped his left foot on the ground and struck his chest with his right fist. "Long Haochen, captain of Commander Grade Sixty-Fourth Demon Hunt Squad, pays his respects to the Temple Master."
Qiu Yonghao had already been studying him for nearly half an hour. "You're little brother Xingyu's son, aren't you? A true young hero indeed! I never expected Night Marshal's divine sword to recognize you as its master. Could you let us see Night Marshal's Goddess of Light Aria first?" He truly could not wait any longer.
"Alright." Long Haochen raised his right hand again. When that brilliant golden light appeared before all the Warrior Temple leaders once more, every one of them stared in a daze. The older Warrior Temple powerhouses in particular could not stop tears from streaming down their faces. Among them, the one whose emotions fluctuated the most was Qiu Yonghao, the Temple Master of the Warrior Temple.
"Big Brother, Big Brother, I've finally seen your divine sword again. I've finally seen it shine with light once more. Big Brother, why didn't you listen to my advice back then? You became a hero of humanity, a hero of the Warrior Temple, but do you know? I lost you, my good elder brother, forever."
Qiu Yonghao lunged forward and actually gripped the blade of Goddess of Light Aria with both hands, bursting into tears.
Once again, all the Warrior Temple powerhouses performed the highest warrior's salute toward the divine sword in Long Haochen's hand.
Feeling their sorrow and remembrance, Long Haochen's eyes gradually reddened as well.
Even more astonishingly, the Goddess of Light Aria in his hand seemed to understand Qiu