"How many years has it been since we last met?"
Wang Linchi and Pei Jiang sat opposite each other in the main hall of Dai Temple, attended by a great number of guards and eunuchs.
"Thirty-three years, I believe," Wang Linchi responded. He didn't actually remember, as such a trivial matter wasn't worth committing to memory. He only knew because he had retrieved the record from his Thought Mirror.
"In a short while, it will be thirty-four years." Pei Jiang looked at the still youthful Wang Linchi, and a peculiar feeling arose in his heart. He was just a hair's breadth away from reclaiming eternal youth like Wang Linchi, but that tiny distance seemed a chasm, a world apart. He yearned to cross it, yet the difficulty was beyond words.
Fortunately, he had found Wang Linchi, which confirmed one thing for him: as long as Dai Temple existed, he could keep Wang Linchi in check.
"So, you wish for my help to break through your bottleneck once again?" Wang Linchi asked leisurely.
