After a bout of horseplay, Lu Li took Lu Xueqing, who had already changed clothes, up the mountain.
Calling it going up the mountain was less accurate than saying they were entering the mountain, since their martial arts school was only located near the foothills, just ten li from the nearest village.
Lu Li remembered that, in the early years, people had come to train at their school. Master had taught them all with dedication, but the times were bad. Many later felt that learning Martial Arts was useless. Even if they only wanted to strengthen their bodies, there were plenty of more convenient ways that required less hardship.
Later, hardly anyone came to their school anymore, making their lives even more difficult. Most of the time, Master had to hunt in the mountains, then take the game to town to exchange for rice and grain.
By the time Lu Li was eight, their little family at the school had grown increasingly impoverished. The environment had continued to worsen, and even this mountain, whose ecosystem had once been considered excellent for the era, no longer had many animals. Master could not catch any prey at all.
With that, they had basically lost their source of income. Still, Lu Li knew that Master had some savings, so their family had never starved to death.
As they neared the school at the foot of the mountain, Lu Li slowed his steps. Perhaps he was timid at the thought of returning home.
Even though he was now considered a powerful expert in the Sea of Realms and had reached the Transcendent Realm, he could not help hesitating at this moment.
How many years had it been? He had always dreamed of this day. He had even wondered how wonderful it would be if