The lake water was stirred up by the sword light, transforming into a torrential downpour, with each raindrop shimmering with golden light.
Qiao Feiya supported George from behind, and the expansive yet gentle energy surged into George's body, preventing him from fainting due to excessive strength depletion.
George glanced back, discovering that at this moment, Qiao Feiya was not wearing that cumbersome armor but was instead clad in a simple white robe.
Behind her, there stood a towering phantom wielding a Knight's Sword.
This phantom resembled the ancestral portraits venerated by the Qiao Ai'er Family for generations, identical to Knight King Joseph Qiao Ai'er!
The phantom nodded at Qiao Feiya before dissipating into the air. The longsword in Qiao Feiya's hand flickered with golden runes, and a crown appeared on her forehead.
"Brother George, if it weren't for you buying me time, I couldn't have reached the final step. Thank you."
