"Martial Uncle, do you have any other instructions?" Seeing Lin Xuan's bright gaze sizing her up, a trace of surprise could not help but appear on Xu Yin's face.
"Niece Xu, how many years of life do you have this year?" Lin Xuan asked, his expression calm.
"Ah?"
Xu Yin was startled. Whether among mortals or immortal cultivators, asking a woman's age was rather impolite. For Martial Uncle to suddenly do this, what deeper meaning did it have?
Though puzzled inwardly, she still dipped in a graceful curtsy and spoke respectfully. "Reporting to Martial Uncle, I am already three hundred and fifty-seven years old this year."
"Oh!"
Lin Xuan nodded. Before he could speak, however, Xu Yin's voice again entered his ears. "Martial Uncle, this concubine knows that her lifespan is not much. In the future, I hope Martial Uncle will look after Xuan'er more."
"Zheng Xuan is Yue'er's disciple, so of course I will treat her well. But Niece Xu, why belittle yourself? Since you are now already a cultivator at the peak of the Core Condensation Realm, have you never thought of condensing a Nascent Soul?" Lin Xuan glanced at the young married woman before him and spoke in a low voice.
"Many thanks for Martial Uncle's concern. How could this concubine not wish to condense a Nascent Soul? It's just..."
"What?"
"It is too difficult."
A trace of sorrowful beauty appeared on Xu Yin's face. Since she had set foot on the path of immortal cultivation, who would not hope to walk a little farther?
Yet while it sounded easy, doing it required no one knew how many hardships and bitter sufferings.
How could a Nascent Soul be so easy to condense? Even with medicinal pills assisting her, with her aptitude, she had no more than half