Everyone looked at Chu Yu with suspicion.
"The Mu Clan… these are all from them. I think there should be many more of these in their hands. Over the years, they've absorbed countless amounts of energy from the sun…".
"It's time to take back what they took," said Chu Yu.
There was no murderous intent, he was just being playful.
Everyone around could feel the difference in Chu Yu, he had grown.
Chu Yu gave the Saintly Paintbrush to Song Qing.
Only a few knew that Song Qing was a grandmaster at calligraphy, Chu Yu had seen his works before- the Qi within could kill someone.
The interesting thing was that Song Qing's face depicted a weird expression as he looked at the brush.
A look of reminiscence and nostalgia overcame his face.
Chu Yu and the rest looked on in shock as the elders of the Song Country began weeping.
After a long time, Song Qing finally sighed and bowed towards Chu Yu, "Thank you Son of the Emperor… the saviour of the Song family!".