"Yes."
"Let me introduce myself again. My name is Yang Yong."
"For certain special reasons, I can't leave this furnace space for now."
Before Yang Yong could finish his introduction, Long Ya suddenly lunged at him.
She slid to her knees.
"Master!"
She hugged Yang Yong's thigh and burst into loud sobs.
Tears fell like beads from a broken string, impossible to stop.
Yang Yong froze.
This scene felt oddly familiar...
It reminded him of a certain rogue snake that would cling to his thigh whenever it did something wrong.
That image overlapped with the scene before him, leaving Yang Yong momentarily dazed.
He sighed and reached out to pat Long Ya's head. "All right, stop crying."
But the little girl's emotions weren't so quick to subside.
She cried for a full five minutes, pouring out all the fear, anger, and sorrow that had built up along the way.
Yang Yong didn't stop her. He simply let her cry.
Crying it out was better than bottling it up.
Besides, now that they had a master-disciple Contract, it was normal for Long Ya to depend on him emotionally.
Only after Long Ya's tears subsided into sniffles did Yang Yong snap his fingers.
A long, slender sniper rifle floated in front of her.
"This is..."
Long Ya's gaze was instantly drawn to it.
Her eyes were still red and swollen, but the moment she saw the gun, it was as though a flame had ignited in her pupils.
Yang Yong knew that look well. It was an expression a warrior only showed upon seeing a weapon that suited them.
She reached straight out and grabbed the sniper rifle.
The instant her hand closed around the stock, Yang Yong sensed an extremely subtle change.
The sniper rifle, which had originally been only a