Ma Zhibin set down his wine cup and suddenly brought it up. "Fourth Uncle, you've been in Chang'an City for six or seven years now, right? With this changeover, aren't you planning to return to Soul Fighting City?"
Ma Rulong smiled, sounding rather content. "Why would I go back to Soul Fighting City? Life here in Chang'an City is so carefree."
"And these past few years, thanks to the Chen Clan, I've made quite a bit too."
But Ma Zhibin continued, "Then go back to the clan. You're already level 88. There aren't many years left."
Ma Rulong's brows furrowed, and he cursed with a laugh, "Fuck, anything sounds wrong once it comes out of your mouth."
"What do you mean, there aren't many years left? People who didn't know better would think I had some terminal illness!"
Ma Zhibin quickly slapped his own mouth and said with an apologetic smile, "Right, right, this nephew doesn't know how to speak. Fourth Uncle, please don't take it to heart."
Ma Rulong snorted and said calmly, "Although I'm level 88, now that I'm past ninety, there isn't much hope."
Ma Zhibin first chuckled, then slapped the table. "That's not how you should put it. Look at Uncle Meng, Chen Menglin, back then—didn't he also break through to Titled rank at ninety?"
"Look at him now. He's setting off fireworks over Chang'an City. So domineering!"
"So you can't lose ambition. Besides, you've gotten quite a lot of healing and health-preserving things from the Chen Clan these past few years, haven't you?"
"Put in another effort. Make a push."
Ma Rulong let out a "heh" and took a small sip. "Sounds nice enough. You don't need to worry about my affairs. Still, why bring this up all of a sudden?"
His eyes turned again,