"Two weeks later? That soon?"
Liu Lang was somewhat taken aback. Wasn't there still three and a half weeks left? How could it be so fast?
"Haha, I've got nothing to do, so I'd like to go back to my hometown for a visit soon."
It's been a long time since I've returned to the Northern Region. Now, the Southern Frontier no longer needs my development. Thinking back to how this place was once a desolate, uninhabited land, but now it's filled with skyscrapers, fills me with immense joy.
Hua Beishang has disciples all over the Southern Frontier, Central Plains and Northern Regions, so this was arranged by his students. Liu Lang opened his mouth wide, not knowing what to say.
"You should go now, young friend Liu Lang."
"Me? No, no, no, actually I still have time..."
"But I don't have any left, right?"
What?
Liu Lang stared wide-eyed at Old Master Hua Beishang in front of him.
"When...when did you find out?"
Do you remember what I said?
There can only be one SSS-level master craftsman in a single era.
Since I'm still alive, the answer is obvious.
"That's right," Liu Lang patted his head. "This old man Hua, who was the owner of the divine craftsman in the past, must also know him. In addition, with what he said, we can basically conclude that he is from the future."
"Thank you for letting me experience the future of forging and for fulfilling all my forging wishes in my final days."
Ha, isn't the future wonderful? Every family will live in peace and there will be no war!
Liu Lang fell silent again. After a while, he was about to speak when he was interrupted by Old Master Hua.
"Don't tell me, go ahead, don't accompany this old codger on his final journey."
I am also a superhuman, although I am only at the late stage of three stars, but I can feel the life energy in my body constantly dissipating.
To be honest, my only regret is that I couldn't teach you more knowledge that could help you. You'll complete your task, right?
Mr. Shang from Huabei...
Liu Lang suddenly felt like crying. During this time, Grandpa Hua had given him a long-lost sense of homey warmth.
He was like my grandfather on Earth.
Back then, his grandfather, who was still alive, encouraged and supported him just like Grandpa Hua is now.
Even the final journey was so similar.
When he went to university, his maternal grandfather saw him off. When he returned to his hometown to look for his grandfather, he could only look at his grandfather's grave.
Why wasn't he invited to his grandfather's funeral?
His relatives told him that his grandfather didn't want to delay Liu Lang's studies...
And now... the same thing is happening to Liu Lang again.
He had to go on a mission, just like missing his grandfather's funeral, and couldn't accompany Grandpa Hua to the end.
Sadness...his heart was filled with sadness...
However, the words spoken by the senior disciple, Zhutianming, deeply affected him.
"The void can defile a person's corpse, turning them into a walking corpse and making the corpse twisted and deformed."
If we fail...
So, what will happen to Senior Hua Bei Shang, whom you're worried about, after his passing?
Am I that important?
"As long as there is even a sliver of hope, I consider you more important than I imagine."
His thoughts returned to his mind, and before him stood the old man, Hua Beishang, still smiling at him.
What are you waiting for?
You've done more than enough, staying with this old man for so long.
Go ahead, haven't you been asking me what my wishes are?
My new wish is that you continue to fulfill your mission, okay?
"Old man!"
Liu Lang couldn't help but bow to Hua Beishang again, performing the teacher-student ritual. In a daze, the old man's figure gradually transformed into Liu Lang's maternal grandfather. Finally, with his approval, Liu Lang left the Tiangong Mansion.
Hua Beishang was both gratified and deeply moved. He had never married and had no descendants. All he had done was build half of the city in the Dragon Kingdom. It could be said that compared to the other divine craftsmen with supernatural abilities throughout history, he was the least innovative one.
Building cities, planning internal transportation, crafting powerful weapons...
These are all such simple things, it doesn't fit the title of master craftsman at all.
When he first arrived in southern Xinjiang, many people were disappointed that he was unable to create the divine artifact.
And now, a young man who can carry his dreams has appeared, and the weapons he creates are gradually taking the shape of divine artifacts—how wonderful...
"Cough!"
Just then, Hua Bei couldn't help but cough loudly, but unexpectedly, this cough brought up some blood.
Upon seeing this, Grandpa Hua took out his newly changed handkerchief from his pocket and silently bent down to wipe it clean.
How many times has this happened recently? It's getting worse and worse...
Fortunately, my friend Liu Lang has already left.
Go!
The future belongs to you; please don't dwell on the past.
People should always look forward in life...
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