Ming Yuelin, now fully healed, let out a faint chuckle. "Master... see? I told you I would win."
Zhang Yuan's expression softened, his eyes filled with quiet pride as he looked down at her. "Yes, you fought really well," he said gently, his voice filled with warmth.
Ming Yuelin smiled, the exhaustion in her eyes replaced with satisfaction.
As they stood on the battlefield, Ming Yuelin leaned into Zhang Yuan's warmth, savoring the brief moment of peace that followed the chaotic battle.
The pain that once throbbed through her limbs had been washed away by her master's healing energy.
"But remember, every victory is a lesson. Your control and timing have improved, but your focus wavered at the start."
Ming Yuelin nodded, her eyes closed as she absorbed his words.
She knew she had made mistakes... hesitated in moments where she should have pressed on, or let her emotions fuel her strikes instead of precision.
