In the evening glow, atop the mountain at the base, Ouyang Gongyang had just returned from the cemetery. His expression was calm as he personally poured Lin Shuguang a cup of liquor, then picked up his own.
"Senior, I offer you this toast."
Ouyang Gongyang stood up and drained his cup.
Thirty years of grudges had finally come to an end.
He was filled with emotion. Not even the fiery burn of the liquor brought the slightest change to his expression as he said hoarsely, "Thank you."
Lin Shuguang stood there with a bold, commanding bearing. Hearing the little old man's final words, he picked up his cup as well and said mildly, "No need to thank me. It was what I promised you."
Ouyang Gongyang looked up at Lin Shuguang.
He had never been able to see through this young man from the Special Management Bureau... whether it was making the Demon God Armor the finest work of his lifetime... oh, right, he had yet to ask how the Demon God Armor had performed.
"When you fought that man earlier, did the Demon God Armor work well for you?"
"I didn't get a chance to use it."
"!" Ouyang Gongyang froze.
He looked over with a strange expression.
He didn't get a chance to use it?
I %￥#￥%￥#, just how hard did you hit him?! You didn't even have time to use the Demon God Armor!
As though he had suddenly choked on his liquor, Ouyang Gongyang broke into a violent coughing fit, his face turning crimson. He slowly sat down, braced himself against the edge of the table, and drew a deep breath.
"Impressive."
Then Lin Shuguang suddenly spoke, asking as though in passing, "When I watched you forge earlier, were you using Mental Power Spellcraft?"
"You could