Chapter 378: Descent of the Divine Sword (II) (1/2)
Chapter 378: Descent of the Divine Sword (II)
“Senior, you…”
On his side, Xu Zhongliang hastened to say, “This person is the head of our Warrior Temple, Temple Head Qiu Yonghao.”
Long Haochen stamped the ground with his left foot, placing his right fist on his chest, “Captain of the 64th commander grade Long Haochen salutes, Temple Head.”
After observing him for quite a long time, Qiu Yonghao spoke, “You’re the son of the old pal Xingyu, aren’t you? As expected, a young hero. I really didn’t think that the divine sword of Commander Ye actually chose you as its master. Can you let me see the Aria of the Goddess of Light of Ancestor Ye?” He truly felt very impatient.
“Okay.” Long Haochen raised his right hand once again, and when that brilliant golden light appeared in front of all the leaders of the Warrior Temple, they all had foolish looks, especially, those older powerhouses from the Warrior Temple. All of them were in tears in front of this sight. Among them, the most affected was the Head of the Warrior Temple, Qiu Yonghao.
“Boss, boss, I can finally see your divine sword again! I finally see it reappear to the light. Boss, why is it that at that time you didn’t listen to my dissuasion, you became the hero of humans and the hero of the Warrior Temple. Don’t you know that I lost this good elder brother at that time.”
Qiu Yonghao rushed forward, firmly grasping the Aria of the Goddess of Light. He even lost his voice due to crying bitterly.
All the powerhouses of the Warrior Temple repeated the same action as before once again, giving a warrior salute to the divine sword in the hands of Long Hoachen.
Sensing their sadness and reminiscence, Long Haochen’s eyes turned gradually red in spite of himself.
The most shocking was that the Aria of the Goddess of Light in his hands seemed to have understood the words of Qiu Yonghao and actually emitted a buzzing sound. It appeared as if this divine sword was also mourning with grief.
After a long time, Qiu Yonghao recovered from his sadness, and wiped the tears on his face away. This silver-haired elder looked at Long Haochen with red eyes, “Kid, did you come specifically to return the sword of commander Ye? I want to thank you on behalf of the Warrior Temple.”
Long Haochen lightly nodded, “Temple head, I happened to be about to address this subject. The divine sword reappeared, and is indeed of too great importance to the Warrior Temple. Thus, although I gained the acknowledgement of the divine sword as its owner, I want to seek approval from you and all seniors from the Warrior Temple to use it as my weapon. I pledge to you and everyone present here that I won’t let this divine sword of Ancestor Ye collect dust in my hands.”
Qiu Yonghao appeared sluggish. Although he felt extremely excited, he still kept himself from insisting on the matter. What he thought was that Long Haochen was returning the divine sword, but he didn’t look ready to deliver it. This meant he really had the intention to take possession of the Aria of the Goddess of Light. Long Haochen also didn’t seem resigned but showed his categorical attitude towards the divine sword, as its true owner.
“Long Haochen! Then what did you come for today?” Qiu Yonghao asked calmly.
Long Haochen replied with a respectful tone, “Today, I came for three things. The most important one is that I need you and the Warrior Temple to accept that although I cannot leave the divine sword here, I wish to let the sword intent of Ancestor Ye remain in the Warrior Temple, because this is something that should belong to your Warrior Temple.”
Qiu Yonghao was startled, “To leave the sword intent of Commander Ye? How are you thinking of doing this?” He felt more and more curious about this young man. Of course, his deepest wish was to see the Aria of the Goddess of Light remain here. It was only that he clearly understood the position of Long Haochen for the Knight Temple. Han Qian designated this kid as the sole successor of the Knight Temple, which meant he would be the future Temple head of the Knight Temple. Forcing him to leave the divine sword was thus no good thing. To say nothing of the rest, that old man wasn’t easy to handle.
Long Haochen looked at the sculpture of Ye Wushang, telling him in a deep voice, “Hall Master, if you agree, I wish to leave it in this sculpture, so that every powerhouse of the Warrior Temple can see it, and perhaps get some enlightenment from it. This is the only thing I can do for the Warrior Temple.”
If Long Haochen had said such words right off the bat when seeing him, Qiu Yonghao would definitely not have seen this young man in a good light. This was just too hard to believe. In those years, among so many powerhouses of the Warrior Temple, none managed to bring out the sword intent of Commander Ye. But how about this young guy? Qiu Yonghao didn’t know Long Haochen’s exact age, but he guessed he wasn’t even twenty years old.