"Congratulations, Senior Brother Ye.
All nine attributes, flawless and complete."
When Ye Fan returned to the Divine Palace, there was still a tear at the corner of his eye.
With Ye Fan's extraordinary Martial Dao Will,
even an ordinary illusion could never affect him in the slightest.
But
this time,
during this journey of comprehending the metal attribute,
Ye Fan knew that this was not an illusion.
Rather, it was a small world that truly existed.
That was right.
Everything he had experienced in that small world had been utterly real and tangible.
Most importantly, he could sense that Master Lu's feelings for him had been sincere.
He had accompanied Master Lu through the latter half of his life.
He had witnessed this top-tier blacksmith pour his passion and beliefs into chunks of cold metal,
forging them into the forms he envisioned.
Perhaps
blacksmithing—or rather, artifact refinement—
had merely been a fleeting glimpse in Ye Fan's martial path.
But
to Master Lu,
it had been everything.
Not only that, Master Lu had passed down his entire inheritance to Ye Fan without holding anything back.
That fatherly love and expectation
were something Ye Fan could never have mistaken.
Although he did not know the ratio between the flow of time in that world of comprehension and the outside world,
Ye Fan had truly spent more than ten years within it.
Man was not grass or wood; how could he be without feelings?
Later on, even after Ye Fan had long since achieved his goal of comprehension,
he still remained by Master Lu's side.
Until that respectable and lovable master passed away.
"Yes, thank you, Sister White Dove.
After what happened with Master Lu, I really do miss home a little."
Ye Fan smiled.
"Hehe, naturally.
Some martial paths, once cultivated to