"Senior!"
A gentle voice rang out. He slowly raised his head, his blue-gray eyes meeting the amber eyes of Qingyuan Fox Venerable.
Enduring a bit of injustice was nothing; Yang Zhenshan could bend and stretch and wasn't someone who couldn't tolerate grievances.
But if the other party forcefully probed his secrets, then he could only fight desperately.
The Divine Tree before him just happened to give him a chance to fight desperately.
A lifespan of three thousand two hundred years, with a consumption ratio close to ten to one.
An unusual glint flashed in Yang Zhenshan's eyes.
Indeed, the lifespan of the Demon Clan cannot be calculated by the rules of the immortal cultivators.
This big shot in front of him actually has a lifespan of three thousand two hundred years, and if Yang Zhenshan wanted to erase all of her lifespan, he would need to spend more than thirty thousand years of his lifespan.
