Taiping Gong, Li Wanli.
From twenty years ago to ten years ago, he was one of the most valiant young divine generals in the world.
When Si Ming heard this name, his face first showed a moment of emotion, which then turned into a sigh. The old man looked at the youth before him, his eyes filled with a trace of compassion. Si Ming reached out and gently ruffled Li Guanyi's hair, simply saying:
"You child... these years must have been very hard for you."
The old man sighed, "But why do you want to come back?"
"Why not fly away high like a bird?"
Why return to this whirlpool?
Si Ming did not continue to ask. The old man's face lost its previous playful anger, replaced only by a tranquility that came from years of experience. He asked, "Your aunt?"
"Taiping Gong's parents passed away early, and he has no brothers."
"The aunt you speak of must be the Murong family, right?"
Li Guanyi recalled his aunt's words and the white jade pendant given by his uncle. That pendant was likely a gift from his mother. After all, which family would send a statue of Guanyin as a token of love? The youth sighed and said:
"My aunt said that beautiful women are all deceivers, and I should be careful."
At this, Si Ming burst into laughter.