"Three hundred and twenty years old!!!" Everyone stared at Master Roshi in shock. They had thought he was old, but they had never imagined he was over three hundred—three hundred and twenty years old.
Even Krillin had not known his master was that old. His mouth fell open in astonishment.
"Can practicing the Turtle School let you live for three hundred years?" Krillin suddenly thought that if he practiced the Turtle School, he might live past three hundred like his master. He immediately became excited, feeling that he had truly found a great teacher.
If he could live to be three hundred too, then... how wonderful would that be?
Krillin fantasized so hard he nearly started drooling.
"No!" Master Roshi interrupted Krillin's fantasy. "I only lived this long because of special circumstances."
Krillin's fantasy came to an abrupt halt, and he drooped in disappointment.
Everyone burst into laughter.
"What was it like three hundred years ago? What was Master Roshi like in that era?" Bulma asked curiously.
The span of three hundred years filled her with curiosity.
Everyone else turned to look at Master Roshi as well.
"Three hundred years ago..." Master Roshi fondly recalled that time, recalling what he had been like three hundred years ago. He was too embarrassed to tell them directly.
Because three hundred years ago... he had actually been more or less the same as he was now: a lecher.
His personality had never changed. Whether he had been eighteen or three hundred and twenty, Master Roshi had always been consistent—he liked pretty young women, sexy female bodies, and beautiful women.
So Master Roshi was truly embarrassed to admit that he had been this much of a pervert three hundred years ago as well.
Thus, rather than talk about himself, he began speaking of that