“Ha, I need to study your silver weapon a bit more. So, have you figured out the subsequent upgrade plan?” Ye Xiu asked leisurely.

“If you’re not logging off, then hide yourself well, damn it!” Wei Chen roared.

“Relax, relax. Tell me, do you have any spare materials?” Ye Xiu asked.

“Get lost, I don't even have enough for myself,” Wei Chen said.

“What do you need materials for? You don't even have a silver weapon anymore,” Ye Xiu said.

“I'll fuck your grandpa!” Wei Chen cursed wildly.

“Honestly! You’re just playing online games, you don't need such high-end equipment! It’s more of a burden if you keep it, worrying about it all day long. Why don't you let bro help you out and sell it? We'll split the money fifty-fifty, and you can easily get yourself a set of equipment that's enough for you to rampage in the online game. I also need to hurry up and continue upgrading my silver weapon; mine is the one that really needs it urgently, can't be careless,” Ye Xiu said, unhurriedly and eloquently.

“Get out! Mine can’t be careless either. Do you know how much effort I put into upgrading it to level 60?” Wei Chen roared.

“Have you figured out the follow-up plans yet? If you’ve figured them all out, then the price has to be a bit higher,” Ye Xiu said, as if he hadn't seen the message sent by Wei Chen, continuing to think about the value of the Death's Hand.

“Price your sister, this is my heart's blood, a priceless treasure,” Wei Chen said.

“This masterpiece of yours is a bit different from your original one!”

“Attribute enhancement, spell critical, casting speed, casting distance…” Ye Xiu looked at the additional attributes on the Death’s Hand and continued typing, “All of them are enhancements to individual attributes! This is very different from the style of Soar of the Curses, Soar’s ‘Curse of the Godslayer’.”

“What style my weapon is is none of your business,” Wei Chen cursed.

“Feeling lonely, Old Wei?” Ye Xiu suddenly said.

“What nonsense are you talking about? I don't understand what you're saying,” Wei Chen frowned.

“Why didn’t you stay at Blue Rain back then? I heard that Blue Rain tried to keep you to be an instructor,” Ye Xiu said.

“I wasn't interested in that,” Wei Chen said.

“You still prefer to stand on the competition stage!” Ye Xiu replied.

Wei Chen went silent. His hands stopped on the keyboard, but he didn't know what to type.

“Can you find that kind of feeling in online games?” Ye Xiu asked.

“Do I need to tell you that?” Wei Chen replied faintly.

“Have you ever thought about making a comeback?” Ye Xiu asked.

“Comeback? Me? Don’t mess with me, God!” Wei Chen smiled bitterly.

“Are you willing to accept this?” Ye Xiu said.

“What can I do if I'm not willing?” Wei Chen asked.

“Try again!” Ye Xiu said.

“Try again? Like this, level 70, using a level 60 high-end silver weapon, with 19 brothers who are with me day and night, but can't clean up you two level 50-somethings, is that how I try again? Try again to do what?” Wei Chen’s words already contained a bit of pain; this helplessness brought by time had already left wounds on him long ago.

Ye Xiu asked him if he was willing to accept it.

He could answer almost without thinking.

Of course, he wasn't willing!

He also entered the professional circle with hope and ideals. But his professional career was only a short two years.

Two years, two years in which the Alliance went from being inexperienced to quickly becoming perfected and mature, but he was busy constantly declining from his peak state. He desperately tried to delay it; he desperately wanted to stay in this emerging professional alliance for a little longer, but it was no use. He clearly felt his decline, and in one match after another, he quickly reached the point where his strength couldn’t keep up with his ambition.

If only he could have been born a few years later!

Wei Chen had fantasized about this "what if" more than once.

But unfortunately, reality doesn't have "what ifs." He could only watch those energetic young people with envy and jealousy. He once tried to place his ideals and expectations on these young people, so that he might not leave so lonely. But he failed. He found that he wanted to stand on the competition stage so much; the sense of existence he needed could not be solved by any kind of entrustment.

However, when the Blue Rain Club tactfully suggested that he switch to being a technical instructor for the team next season, he immediately knew that everything had come to an end.

He declined this invitation and also turned down some requests from other clubs. Among them, there were some who wanted him to be a player.

He had ideals, he had hopes, and he didn't want to be like a stray dog lying on the beach, being slapped back and forth by the front and back waves. So, in that season, the second season of the Professional Alliance, he decisively announced his retirement, ignored any attempts to persuade him, and left the professional circle cleanly.

At one point, he even thought about giving up Glory altogether. But in the end, he couldn't bear to part with it, so he had the current Windward Formation. He even independently researched a silver weapon. He often dreamed of traveling back in time, holding Windward Formation and his silver weapon Death's Hand, back to the era when the Alliance began. He was also as energetic as those young people and could play for two years, three years, five years, eight years, forever…

Wei Chen felt sad as he thought about it. Until he suddenly realized that the brothers around him were looking at him like he was an idiot. He quickly straightened his expression and put on a rogue-like demeanor again. Looking at the screen, Ye Xiu had already replied to him, "As long as you are willing, nothing is impossible."

"Damn it, are you still using your consciousness to fight?" Wei Chen's sadness was quickly suppressed. He was Old Wei, Old Wei who didn't know what a bottom line was, Old Wei who didn't reject any means. His hand speed was gone, his technique was gone, but he didn't want to lose his personality. In this regard, he was still him; he was still that person from eight years ago, who had been a rising star in the Glory online game, and when the Professional Alliance was just established, he was invited to form a team and became a captain-level god: the captain of Blue Rain, the Old Wei with the lowest bottom line. Although he didn't actually like that title…

“That’s right, consciousness can also determine victory or defeat. Think about that guy on your team,” Ye Xiu said.

“That’s a freak…” Wei Chen knew who Ye Xiu was talking about. “I have to admit, I misjudged him back then, and I misjudged him badly.”

“I heard that you decided to retire because you lost to him and felt ashamed?” Ye Xiu asked.

“Tch, would my decisions be affected by such trivial matters?” Wei Chen said dismissively.

“No?” Ye Xiu asked back.

“Of course not.”

“Really not?” Ye Xiu asked again.

“Okay, there was a little bit…” Wei Chen said.

“How much is a little bit?”

“A little bit is a little bit, it’s just negligible, an insignificant little bit!” Wei Chen replied.

“Impossible, right?” Ye Xiu said.

“Damn it, what do you mean?” Wei Chen was angry.

“Losing to a cripple who was considered completely impossible to survive in the professional circle, I can imagine the blow…” Ye Xiu said.

“You can imagine my ass…” Although Wei Chen said so, he couldn't help but recall the blow he had suffered at that time.

That’s right… the person they were talking about was Yu Wenzhou, the current captain of Blue Rain, the Alliance's number one warlock, the controller of Soar.

In the beginning of the Alliance, he was just a young man who signed up to participate in the club's training camp and was far from qualified to enter the professional team.

From the beginning, this young man was regarded by the team's professional players as someone who was just there to join in the fun, and even Wei Chen was no exception. Because that hand speed, it wouldn’t be worth mentioning if it was in a pile of ordinary players, but in this training camp where people could become professional players, it was already an outrageous existence.

Everyone thought that this young man would be eliminated in the first selection of the training camp, but no one expected that this young man could stay until the end.

Each selection was passed with difficulty, making people feel worried. Although he eventually stayed, he only received a "lucky" evaluation. No one cared about his growth because no one had any expectations for him. At that time, the person who was attracting everyone's attention in the training camp was a young man that Wei Chen had brought back from the online game.

According to Wei Chen, this young man had super precise eyesight and technique when stealing monsters and had a lot of potential. But everyone was more willing to believe that stealing monsters, this kind of shameless and unscrupulous thing, was where Wei Chen and this young man found common ground.

And this young man was truly outstanding and was soon regarded as a star of hope by the club. His swordsman began to be carefully polished by the club. At that time, Blue Rain's ace character was Soar, a warlock. Warlocks were good at control, and ace characters usually needed an attacker to serve, so that they could better drive morale.

So, in some Blue Rain fans' records, there were bloody phrases written, "The legend of the Sword Saint began from here."

That’s right, this person was of course Huang Shaotian, carrying the hope of the future. But Yu Wenzhou was constantly being forgotten.

Until one day, during team training, when examining the level of these training camp teenagers, Wei Chen was unexpectedly defeated by this guy whose name he didn't even remember.

"Good luck." Wei Chen evaluated as he did when he first saw Yu Wenzhou pass the layers of selection in the training camp. After all, there would be wins and losses in the game. At that time, Wei Chen was having a headache because his condition was constantly declining. He felt that he was too absent-minded in a match with the children in the training camp.

As a result, the second round…

The third round…

When he lost three games to that slow-handed guy, Wei Chen finally realized something, and everyone in the club realized something.

"Thank you for your guidance, senior." The young man was humble, as he had been when people laughed at him. He wasn't arrogant in victory or discouraged in defeat, as still as an iceberg. Wei Chen immediately knew that he had lost to this young man mentally. At that moment, he had a feeling: Blue Rain no longer needed him.

This young man would become the cornerstone of Blue Rain; and Huang Shaotian would become a sharp blade, cutting off enemies.