My name is Zhang Rishan. As for my age, well, around twice the ancient milestone of seventy. Actually, at my stage in life, I no longer pay much attention to years. The number looks large—yes, quite large indeed—yet compared to the ancient monsters in the Clan, I am still nothing.
Come to think of it, someone calls me "you old immortal." What an affectionate nickname, and so realistic, too.
If you ask whether I am married, naturally, I am not.
As for the person sharing my life—are we just keeping house together? Still, I sometimes hesitate over whether we should hold a wedding for just the two of us. That's right, strictly the two of us.
After all, if the Clan were to hold a wedding, the rules and rituals would be far too tedious, falling short of the serene and detached life of seclusion I now lead. And if we held a conventional wedding attended by family and friends, at my age, very few would be left to come.
Ultimately, though, I suppose I am mostly afraid of that brat coming to wreck the venue.
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