"Shubao, learn this spear technique properly from Yaojin. Even if you don't master it all, learning sixty or seventy percent will put you among the first-rate warriors," Yang Lin said.
"Yes, Foster Father. Yaojin, sorry for the trouble," Qin Qiong said.
"No trouble. It's a small matter," Cheng Yaojin said.
Yang Lin then took Qin Qiong to his treasury and stopped before a suit of golden armor and a golden spear.
"This golden armor belonged to Qin Yi, a renowned general of Southern Chen," Yang Lin said. "The golden spear beside it is called the Tiger-Head Gold-Inlaid Spear. It was his weapon. When I swept through Southern Chen and destroyed Northern Qi, I faced countless opponents. Qin Yi was one of the few heroes I admired. His Qin Family Mace Technique shook the world, and his Qin Family Spear Technique was impressive as well. What a pity that such a hero would rather die fighting for the rotten Southern Chen than surrender to our Great Sui."
At those words, Qin Qiong gazed at his father's belongings. His heart felt as though it were being cut apart, but he could not let it show.
"Shubao, your surname is Qin as well," Yang Lin continued. "I shall give you this fine armor and spear. I hope you won't disgrace General Qin Yi's illustrious name."
"Yes, Foster Father," Qin Qiong said.
He then accepted the armor and picked up the golden spear.
A short while later, Qin Qiong had put on the armor. Yang Lin looked at him and said, "Excellent, Shubao. This armor fits you well."
Qin Qiong nodded. "Foster Father, I'll go learn the spear technique from Yaojin now."
"Mm, go ahead," Yang Lin said.
Qin Qiong turned and went to find Cheng Yaojin.
Over the following days, Qin Qiong worked