Xia Bingling descended from the hilltop, a hint of amusement playing on her lips. "Well done, both of you," she acknowledged, her voice tinged with a touch of unexpected pride. "You played your roles perfectly – Qingwu, with your initial assault, and you, Wang Li, with your decisive intervention."
Wang Li bowed playfully. "Always happy to help, Matriarch," he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Qingwu couldn't help but puff out her chest a little upon hearing her mother's words.
Qingwu then spoke, "This battle has shown me that I still have much to learn. While my flames may be flashy, they clearly lack the necessary strength to penetrate a well-armored opponent. But still I think I did quite well. My initial barrage of attacks was instrumental in grabbing the demon's attack so that Li could launch that powerful sneak attack. "