Heavenfrost Long Bing

"What exactly did the Pavilion Master mean?" Long Bing clasped his hand tightly, her fingers curling into his palm. Her grip was not strong, but he could feel her fingers tense slightly as she asked. Her steps slowed as well, her shoes crunching softly over the fallen leaves on the stone path.

Wu Changkong looked utterly unconcerned. He turned his head to glance at her without stopping, his other hand still tucked into his coat pocket, his fingertips brushing against the inner lining. "Don't be nervous, Bing'er."

Long Bing glanced at the relaxed Wu Changkong and tightened her grip on his hand a little more. Her gaze shifted from his profile to the row of treetops in the distance, now stained red by the setting sun, before returning to him. "All right, all right. Then I'll trouble Teacher Wu to clear up my doubts."

"Sure, sure." Wu Changkong smiled at her. It was not a broad smile, but the corners of his mouth had softened far more than usual, and most of the chill in his eyes had faded, as though something beneath them was slowly thawing.

"Didn't the Pavilion Master just say that they had already met the required standard?" Long Bing recalled those words, her gaze falling upon the four youths walking toward them along the stone path in the distance. Her pace slowed slightly. Tang Wulin was at the front, his school jacket zipped down to his chest. Gu Yue walked half a step beside him. Behind them, Xie Xie was chasing after Xu Xiaoyan, saying something to her, while the wind lifted her two braids before letting them fall again. "Then what the Pavilion Master meant was..."

"Even the most ordinary metal can become a divine weapon after being tempered in blazing fire." Wu Changkong's voice