"Keep dreaming. Besides, he seems to be only a hundred and twenty years old—still a child. You old cow still dare to dream?" her best friend mocked.
"I'm only a little over four hundred, okay? A woman three hundred years older is a golden brick in my arms."
"Why not say three thousand years older is a golden brick?"
Quite a few people around Li Tianming were discussing it like this.
"How impressive!"
To be this impressive even in a place like Myriad Dao Valley—one could figure it out with their knees that this Sui Shen Zhao possessed the true greatest talent and highest status in Myriad Dao Valley. Though Huang Dao Saint had the potential of a Saint Ancestor, he was not qualified to compare with him.
Even Li Tianming found that bearing worthy of approval.
"This is the kind of bearing, poise, and looks that both men and women can appreciate," Li Tianming commented.
"Want to borrow some medicine from Li Fan?" Yinghuo asked.
"Get lost!"
Li Tianming wanted to pinch it, but he was afraid of hurting himself, so he could only give up.
Although the scene was explosive, Li Tianming only wanted to go to the Myriad Dao Ruins or the Myriad Dao Skyward Battlefield. While everyone else was passionately discussing things, he prepared to cross through the crowd and leave.
Just then—
"Li Tianming."
A voice as warm and smooth as jade came from afar. Though the surroundings were somewhat noisy and the voice itself was not loud, its sheer quality allowed everyone to hear it clearly.
"Who called me?"
Li Tianming froze for a moment and looked around.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The people around him suddenly turned around!
Everyone was looking at him!
Every face was filled with disbelief, their eyes vacant.
"What the hell?"