Li Yingling observed Zhang Miaoyu, whose expression seemed somewhat off. At this moment, she looked like a child yearning for praise, finally receiving it after much hardship, with a pitiful gaze.

Zhang Miaoyu's large, watery eyes stared intently at Li Yingling, her mouth curved in a strange angle, as if caught between a smile and tears.

Li Yingling recalled that aside from her master and fellow disciples, she rarely praised others, and even less so for Zhang Miaoyu.

Over the years, the instances could be counted on one hand.