In the 15th year of the martial arts calendar, Li Yueming was 34 years old.
At this moment.
His Vitality and combat strength had reached the peak of his life.
However, the higher realm of the Martial Arts was still out of reach.
After confirming that he could not become a Martial Saint with his own hard work, he was very happy.
Li Yueming stood up and walked out of the room.
At this moment.
The small courtyard was even more dilapidated. The persimmon tree in the courtyard swayed in the wind and had already grown into a towering tree.
On the other hand…
His mother was already fifty years old.
He looked at his old mother sweeping the fallen leaves in the yard.
Li Yueming was speechless.
Time was the most heartless, and it was the most ruthless.
There were many things that even Li Yueming couldn't change.
This year, winter, New Year's time.
Li Yueming gathered all the disciples for a reunion dinner.
Finally.
