'So this is the Chi Dragon Heavens Rod...' As Lin Xuan grasped the weapon, it felt incredibly familiar, as if he had been using it for years. There wasn't the slightest bit of unease; both its weight and feel were exceptional.
'It doesn't have an Artifact Spirit? I'll just put one in myself. Damaged? That doesn't bother me in the slightest. I can just find someone to fix it. All I needed was this specific weapon. The fact that it was my father's exclusive weapon is enough.'
He had no memory of his own father. Only through Lin Hua's memories did he come to understand what kind of man his father was. Before accessing those memories, he'd felt nothing for his father. They had never even met, so it was impossible to feel any great sorrow. On the contrary, he had been more inclined to resent his father for abandoning him.
