"Back then your beard was already this long, but it was still black. The moments from childhood are mostly forgotten, but I never forgot that day."
An old man's lips moved slightly, his graying beard trembling, yet he didn't speak.
Sikou Tingfeng looked down at the wine and laughed:
"You always protected me the most, carrying me around to play."
"My first martial art was lightness technique, and it was because you took me everywhere that I wanted to learn it. As a result, Master scolded me for not focusing on my main skills, and it wasn't until the end that he taught me the light body techniques. Others could leap several meters high, stepping on branches to catch sparrows, but I alone was still flapping around, like a toad, laughed at for quite a while."
The white-haired old man couldn't help but chuckle softly, then shook his head self-mockingly, sadness appearing on his face.
