The woman named Zhang Zhirui looked exceptionally young, at least on the surface.
Young enough to seem like she belonged to the same generation as Xi Xianlan and the others!
She looked barely over twenty!!
But considering that she was a Grand Elder, and that she had been able to speak first in a setting like this... Ling Wuyuan felt that even if her seniority was not the highest present, it was definitely among the highest...
So, although he somewhat wanted to complain that she was trying too hard to look young, he immediately nodded and replied:
"Of course."
After all, this was the proper procedure.
If Zhang Zhirui had been in his place, he too would have been unable to stop himself from privately doubting many things. There was no way he would have directly accepted such unbelievable information.
At present,
her candid declaration that she wanted to examine him instead spared them a great deal of hypocritical trouble and probing...
As for whether their examination might uncover something extraordinary—such as the fact that he was a transmigrator?
Ling Wuyuan was not worried about that.
By now, he had vaguely come to realize that, as someone who had transmigrated bodily—or rather, someone whose body had been reconstructed countless times during that transmigration—
in a certain sense, he could be considered a local himself.
As for things like bone age and soul age, he was not worried about those either.
Because of all the reconstructions and evolution, even he himself could no longer tell exactly how old he ought to be considered.
All he could say was that he truly was very young.
Even his body's development had yet to stop...
Those youthful traits could not be faked.
Therefore,
although he knew the coming examination would certainly be serious, thorough,