The mysterious man wiped a few beads of sweat from his brow, his fingers trembling slightly as they brushed against his weathered skin.
He sighed deeply, the sound carrying a weight of both pride and sorrow, and a bitter smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
"Little Ming," he began, his voice low and resonant, "I have perceived your growth right from the moment Little Xiao brought you to the desolates. To think that a mere mortal could achieve so much, it is nothing short of remarkable.
You have truly grown, and for that, I am proud. But alas, it seems our paths may diverge sooner than I had hoped. The bastards of the Divine Immortal Sect are relentless in their pursuit of Little Xiao and Miss Shuang.