Luo Chen shook his head, his curiosity thoroughly ignited. "Are you truly only thirty-three?" he couldn't help but ask.
Li Qing nodded, yet he self-consciously touched his short brown hair, sighing, "It's a pity to have gray hair at thirty-three; look, I even have wrinkles. Even the greatest talents cannot escape the merciless etching of time." His tone carried a trace of self-mockery and helplessness.
Luo Chen nodded in deep agreement, indeed, the marks of time couldn't be erased. But he remembered another question, "Have you recalled where you met me before?" He looked at Li Qing expectantly.
Upon hearing this, Li Qing frowned slightly, falling into contemplation. He examined Luo Chen, trying to retrieve fragments from his memory related to this young man. After a moment, realization flickered in his eyes, "I remember now, a few years ago, at a gathering at the Martial Soul Hall, I saw you. Back then you were still a raw youth, I didn't expect you'd grown so much now."
