The sword he had forged himself could only qualify as a magic artifact because of the materials. He would reforge it and upgrade it to divine grade later.
The sword for Ruan Qianqian was exactly the same as Liuliu's. He had to hold the bowl level between them, treating them equally so no discord arose.
When Ruan Qianqian received this precious gift, she was just like Liuliu, holding it joyfully and unable to put it down.
By the time everything was ready, another half year had passed.
Looking at the wives and children he was about to leave behind, Wenlong promised that once he had gained a firm foothold in the Immortal World, he would return immediately to bring them over.
He glanced at his parents, then finally rested his gaze on his younger brother. Alas, this younger brother was truly hard to describe in a few words.
He could not understand how his parents had managed to raise his younger brother into a good-for-nothing in a martial Lineage. He had to hand it to them.
"Father, Mother, you must discipline your grandchildren strictly. You mustn't raise another useless one." Wenlong looked at his younger brother as he spoke to his parents.
Wen Tiancheng and his wife felt that his words were both right and somehow wrong. Why did they sound so uncomfortable?
Wenlong took out the Dragon-Taming Long Jian, the Space Ring, and the Family Head Token, then handed them to Wen Tiancheng.
"Father, these are the credentials of the Dragon Family's head. Possessing these means Dragon City belongs to our family, and this continent falls under our family's authority," Wenlong told his father solemnly.
Everyone was stunned. Only Liuliu, the ancestors, Elder Wang, and Elder Liu knew about this.
No one else knew. Back then, Wenlong had been