"Yo..."
Sun Wutian was stunned. "The man who just talked the dignified Heavenly King Flute into losing his bearings with a tongue like a lotus blossom is actually confused? How strange. Hurry up and tell me."
"Grandmaster... if you keep this up... I'm not massaging your shoulders anymore."
Fang Che threatened him with a thoroughly aggrieved look.
"Fine, fine, keep massaging... Go on."
"It's about martial realms, martial strength, and combat power."
Fang Che said, "Take Ning Zaifei, for example. Many years ago, he was already the eighth-ranked expert on the Cloud Top Weapon Compendium. By rights, after several thousand years, he should have... But now, the feeling he gives people is..."
"Not much progress, right?" Sun Wutian raised his brows.
"Yes."
"That's inevitable."
Sun Wutian said, "You know that the human body, aptitude, and innate endowments all have their limits, don't you?"
"I do. But this seems somewhat different from that."
Sun Wutian smiled faintly. "Have you ever noticed the lifespans of the people on this continent?"
"Lifespans?"
Fang Che knitted his brows, deep in thought.
"Simply put, people have a limit to their lifespans. Ordinary people can't live past a hundred years; you know that. But once someone enters the Innate Realm of martial cultivation, the concept of a lifespan limit seems to vanish. Especially above the King-level, all the way to the Saint Lord level—it feels as though they can all live forever, casually lasting a thousand years or more. Isn't that so?"
Sun Wutian narrowed his eyes and smiled.
"That's right, exactly!"
Fang Che nodded repeatedly.
"That's the difference between worlds."
Sun Wutian said, "This world has long since become a land without order. In fact, eight thousand years ago, Head Sect Leader Zheng Yuandong already told us about this. Even then, he had reached a