The Golden Short Armor lay quietly in a corner of the warehouse. Young disciples passing by to collect materia…
The Golden Short Armor lay quietly in a corner of the warehouse. Young disciples passing by to collect materials couldn't help but marvel at its luster.
Peng only gave it a single glance.
"A useless scrap, nothing more."
A useless, dead object, yet it awakened some useless old memories.
Years ago, she had saved someone on a whim, and he became a Qiongqi Artificer. One day he suddenly presented this dark gold armor, claiming he had mined the metal in the mountains and forged it himself to repay her for saving his life.
She had long forgotten the man's name and face, and didn't care to think why she had intervened that day.
These trivial details were like the golden light on the armor: easy to deceive the eye, but once in the furnace, they were nothing but molten iron.
For the one who acts as the Lodestar for the world, the heart must not be moved by external things.
Do not mourn for the redundant, nor be burdened by useless tools. Walk the correct path and sacrifice these insignificant emotions. This is but the smallest of sacrifices.