53. Golden Dragon Spear!

"This object also witnessed the tragedy that night. You open it and take a look, Ah Ling!" Jing Yue's hands trembled slightly as she remembered the bitter memories that had made her feel depressed inside for the past seventeen years.

"He left this thing for you along with a book. But you don't need to thank him."

"No need to thank him?" Jing Ling's black eyebrows furrowed in surprise. "Who do you mean, Mother?"

"That ... I'll tell you slowly later," answered Jing Yue, sadly.

"Hmm, Mother seems to be starting to enjoy playing puzzles with me."

"Stupid!" Jing Yue flicked the tip of her son's nose gently. "Don't talk too much. Quickly look at that thing!"

"Oh." Jing Ling nodded. "Okay, okay."

In fact, Jing Yue's heart felt like it was being torn and bleeding by memories that made half of her life just wrapped up in revenge. The pain is so unspeakable that even crying for decades seems like I can't get rid of that feeling.

When Jing Ling received a long object from her mother's hands, Jin