Fang Yun smiled at Cui Mu, waiting for his response.

"I'm still young and don't understand much, so I can only speak of what I've personally witnessed. Last year, when Jing Kingdom was defeated, my grandfather cursed the traitors and his illness worsened. Even the medical practitioners with their medical books couldn't help. This year, when Mr. Fang emerged, my grandfather and father, among others, said that you are the hope of Jing Kingdom and the human race. They were extremely happy. Whenever they heard your poetry, they would write it down and hang it in the study. Every time something related to you happened, our whole family would discuss it after dinner. I think my grandfather was willing to exhaust his talent to create Treasures of Literature for you because he placed the hope of Jing Kingdom's revival and the rise of the human race on you. It was his last contribution to Jing Kingdom and the human race."

When Cui Mu mentioned his grandfather's worsening condition, his eyes reddened, but he held back his tears.

The boy's naive voice was sincere and genuine. It didn't contain any profound truths, but it moved everyone, including Fang Yun.