Wen Qiao smiled ingenuously. "More than a hundred years, I suppose?"
Su Yun sighed wistfully. "More than a hundred years. Thinking back, Dao Brother, the first person you went to see after leaving the mountains was me. When you arrived at Liyang Mansion and said you wanted to see me, you promptly fell asleep. The scholars of my Tongtian Pavilion crawled all over you, studying the Old God Runes on your body, and you did not mind in the slightest, letting them research you as they pleased."
Wen Qiao thought for a moment, then asked in puzzlement, "Did that happen? I forgot."
Su Yun smiled. "You are an Old God with a poor memory. You could not remember many things, so you carved them onto the walls of Liyang Mansion. Your murals were peerless. You also had a good temperament, and everyone in Tongtian Pavilion liked you. It could be said that you led Tongtian Pavilion's research into Old God Runes through its first door. We also learned about the bodily structure of Old Gods from you. You once gave me the Classic of Mountains and Seas and asked me to search for the Old God Saint Kings living in seclusion in the Seventh Immortal Realm according to it. Most crucially, you nearly died because of the Imperial Court."
Wen Qiao remembered. In a deep, booming voice, he said, "You mean when the Longevity Emperor ambushed me? That bastard nearly killed me!"
Su Yun sighed. "If God King Dong Feng had not studied your body before, you would most likely have died. Later, you presided over the Lightning Pool. When my adoptive father killed the Longevity Emperor, you helped as well. If the Imperial Court had lacked your Liyang Mansion and the Pure Yang Thunder Pool, it truly could not