Si Ming's head buzzed, and his mind went blank.
"I even held you when you were little."
The words echoed over and over in his mind, like a meteor sinking into a stagnant lake, never reaching the bottom.
He felt utterly at a loss, unsure what expression to wear before this man.
His all-out strike had been dissolved with effortless ease.
And then there was Li Tiezhu.
Such a formidable opponent, Azure Mystic Number One.
Yet he was... this man's disciple?
It was like chasing a mountain for twenty years, believing he would reach its summit one day.
Only to look up and discover that the supposed summit had merely been a leaf blocking his sight, nothing more than a grain of dirt beneath someone else's feet.
Just then, several more figures descended from the clouds.
A burly man in scholarly robes strode over and slapped him on the shoulder. "Little Ming! Remember your uncle... uh, no, remember your Brother Bear?"
It was Black Mountain. He leaned closer for a look and clicked his tongue twice. "Time really flies. Back then, you were only this big..."
He gestured a size no bigger than his palm.
"You drooled everywhere. When Second Master brought you out in his arms, you grabbed Little Sheng's fur and yanked so hard it hurt."
"Little Sheng held you back then, too. You even pissed all over Little Sheng. Stank something awful!"
Si Ming: "..."
His face turned green. Remember, his ass!
What nonsense was this guy spouting? He made it sound so real.
Red Wind rolled his eyes beside him. "Could you stop bringing this stuff up the moment you meet someone?"
Then he nodded at Si Ming. "I'm Red Wind. I held you, too."
Si Ming: "..."
Jiang Ling and Murong Li landed behind