Approach

Song Cheng picked a weapon and returned to his quarters.

He was already familiar with this staff-like Fine Blade and knew it needed to be sharpened first.

Ling felt uneasy and nervous, silently following him.

"From now on, it's like we're family" was not an empty phrase.

Only when exchanging information, providing value, and starting to work together for a common cause and mutual benefit, did it truly mean they were like family.

If they couldn't share their fortunes and misfortunes together, "family" was merely lip service.

Ling came to discuss business, or rather, to complete the ritual of "tying to the same rope."

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Swish...

A ladle of cool water soaked the sharpening stone.

The youth sat down and began to skillfully sharpen the thin iron rod.

Ling, dressed in pink garments and skirts, with her hair done in two circular buns, stood nervously by with her hands hanging down.