YOU! GO BACK!

Ling Li watched Shi Min thoughtfully, her eyes filled with both pride and nostalgia. "You were very young when you came to train. How old were you then?" she asked softly, her voice tinged with maternal warmth.

Shi Min's gaze became distant as he delved into his memories. "I was seventeen or eighteen years old; just a few months after I came out of the battleground, you directly threw me here at Mystic Mountain," he said, shaking his head as if he could hardly believe the passage of time. His tone carried a mix of disbelief and admiration.

"And you did well," Ling Li said with pride, her voice firm and unwavering. She looked at her son with a sense of accomplishment.

Shi Min's face lit up with a coy smile. "How can I not? My Master is so great and taught me well," he teased, causing Ling Li to nearly choke on her porridge. "Not everyone can have a strict, loving mother as their Master," he added cheekily, his eyes twinkling with mischief.