Looking at the expression on Yang Qingyuan's face, which showed not a trace of joking, Xiao'ai was completely at a loss for a moment.
Are you kidding me? Seventy-eight years old?
By human life expectancy, a seventy-eight-year-old woman was old enough to be your great-grandmother, for goodness' sake! ! !
You had to understand that because of the acute conflicts between humans and demons in this world, even factoring in those highly skilled Taoist priests, the average human lifespan was barely fifty years.
Seventy-eight years old? Where on earth was she supposed to find him an old leek like that?
Chapter 89