"Perhaps this senior has mastered techniques to preserve his youthful appearance, and his actual age is likely far beyond what you or I could possibly imagine." Elder He stroked his beard slowly, the whiskers winding around his fingertips as though imbued with life, while his brow furrowed slightly and the light of deep thought flickered in his eyes like stars. After a long period of contemplation, he finally spoke, and the trace of relief in his gaze was as clear as dawn breaking through the mist. It was as though he had truly found a convincing explanation for Du Bufan's unfathomable and formidable strength, and because of this, the tension in his heart quietly eased a little.
"Ah, is that really so?" Hearing this, Liu Tong let out a long, heavy breath, as if the stagnant air that had been weighing on his chest for so long was instantly released. He thought to himself that if he were crushed in strength by some ancient monster who had cultivated for goodness knows how long, the heavy sense of defeat in his heart could perhaps be somewhat lessened. After all, the power accumulated through the passage of time was like a towering, majestic mountain—certainly not something a young and inexperienced cultivator like him could easily contend with. Pondering thus, a measure of self-consolation arose in his heart.
"Senior, in my view, this person must have been a heinous villain. Your act of executing him is undoubtedly an upright deed, a grand act of carrying out justice on behal…
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