"I've seen Qian furious for her fallen companions. Because of such anger, I believe she will definitely succeed—Qian, look up. You defeated Owena, so you too are worthy of gaining recognition from the Sky Blue Spear," Brand commanded firmly and solemnly.
Qian trembled slightly and bit her lip, lifting her head to look at Brand. She knew that it was the Sky Blue Spear, an existence that shone most brightly in legends. The Princess, the Lord, even the Earl of Yan Castle, here many were more qualified than her to pick up the Holy Spear that once shattered the Sky Dome.
The Princess is courageous, the Lord embraces justice, Miss Delphire is firm and full of ideals; everyone here seemed to be more excellent than her. The Sky Dome could favor any of them, but why would it choose her?
Yet even so, deep in her eyes, there still lay a subtle gratitude; such gratitude was moved by recognition.
For a moment, in the darkness, all fell under the control of silence, spreading quietly.
