"It surely can't be the Ghost Slayer, right? He's only four hundred something years old, isn't that a bit too young?"
"None of them." Upon hearing this, the Immortal Ming Yue immediately raised an eyebrow, and with a blank expression, transmitted the words: "Four hundred years old is not young. Besides, cultivators mainly look at their cultivation, age doesn't really matter."
"How can there be no difference?" Ling Xiu said with a face full of disdain, "Look at Zi Yun, over two thousand years old and yet became Dao companions with Wu Wei who is only eight hundred years old, and Wu Wei is even her disciple's disciple."
Ming Yue had a strange expression, "They're only a thousand years apart, it's not too bad."
"But that's over a thousand years." Ling Xiu looked at Ming Yue in surprise, "And you weren't saying that before. I remember last time you told me that seeing Zi Yun and Wu Wei together felt like watching a grandmother with her grandson."
