Soon, Ye Shaoqing brought Li Jingyu and Qingyu over.

“Grandma, Qingyu.” Seeing the two safe and sound brought a smile to Tianming’s face.

“My child, your performance in the Realm War is truly something I’ll remember for the rest of my life. You’re the greatest blessing given to our Li Saint Clan for the past thousand years, and our ancestors will be so proud of what you have achieved!” Li Jingyu said with a smile. However, there were tears at the corner of her eyes. The news of winning the Grand-Orient Sword and the news of them losing it had arrived concurrently, putting her in a great shock that she had yet to recover from.

“Don’t praise me too much or I’ll blush,” laughed Tianming.

“If it weren’t for the situation we’re in, I wouldn’t mind running around the entire sect with a banner, telling everyone how amazing my grandson is.” Li Jingyu was still in the mood to joke, at least. In contrast, Qingyu was clearly lost in thought, her eyes swollen.

“Qingyu, which level are you at...