Qinghe murmured softly, "The mother of Weisheng Yueren really is mysterious." She didn't know who she really was, yet she possessed such heaven-defying abilities. It also made her realize how insignificant she was—the world was much more complex than she had ever imagined.
"Yes, my old man felt the same way," said the elderly man.
Qinghe was startled and realized that she had spoken her thoughts out loud, offering the old master an awkward smile.
The old master joked, "Perhaps this is fate. Because of his mother, that stinky boy Weisheng Yueren is also extraordinary. Now, having found you, a girl like you, he's even more so. Don't think I'm old and foolish; you've been in a coma for so many days without food or water, and yet you woke up with a rosy complexion and not a trace of weakness, just like Yueren's mother back in the day."
