In the field, only Fang Qingyu, Jiang Wei, Su Wanqing, and Master Chen were left.
Master Chen strode over to Fang Qingyu.
This pillar of the Qingjian Divine Management Bureau looked at this young man, who just months ago needed to look up to him...
Now, he could single-handedly support the sky and turn the tide, his gaze was incredibly complex.
There was relief, shock, sighing, and finally, it turned into a heavy sigh.
He extended his broad, powerful hand, covered with calluses, and heavily patted Fang Qingyu on his uninjured shoulder.
"Good boy!" Master Chen's voice was deep and powerful, carrying the sentiment of an elder seeing the younger generation truly grow and even surpass him, "Well done! Qingjian... owes you a lot!"
