With that said, he proudly held his head high.
"Get lost!"
Liu Sheng's face was full of black lines; he really felt like pounding this old geezer to death.
What was he even thinking?
Practically just an old street thug, a lifetime of the same behavior.
If not worse.
Fearing he might spout more nonsense, he directly said, "His lifespan is short, at most a hundred years left!"
"What? You're saying he's dying?"
"No, no kidding around, sit, sit."
Zhan Tian, seeing his eagerness, with fists already raised, quickly apologized.
"I'm not joking with you!"
Liu Sheng gave him a fierce glare; sometimes he really didn't want to stick around this old geezer, a complete wild card.
Seeing this, Zhan Tian also put away his playful thoughts.
He stood up to pour Liu Sheng some wine, then filled his own, and began drinking by himself.
"Over twenty thousand years old, that's about right."
"Besides, he was injured before."
"Having lived this long could be considered quite the gain."
