"You're here."
Ancestor Chen looked even older than before.
Lin Shuguang's expression was somewhat complicated.
He was not actually a sentimental person, yet this ancestor of the Baojian Sect had been willing to sacrifice his lifespan for a young man he had "never met."
"What treasures would restore your lifespan?"
Ancestor Chen seemed not to have expected those to be Lin Shuguang's first words upon entering. Instead, he smiled, seemingly a little gratified, though he still feigned a sharp tongue. "You're still too weak. Once you reach Xuanyuan City, rein in your temper and think about how to stay alive. There's no point telling you anything else right now."
Lin Shuguang looked at him. "So such things do exist?"
Ancestor Chen paused as he was about to rise and looked at Lin Shuguang. "Are you serious?"
Lin Shuguang said nothing, merely looking at him with an expression that rather plainly said to spare him the nonsense.
Ancestor Chen chuckled softly. "Very well. Sacred Spring Water or a Primal Chaos Pill can both add at least a hundred years to one's lifespan. But my campaigns in my younger days left me with lingering injuries. Even if I obtained either treasure, I couldn't absorb it fully. At most, I would live another twenty or thirty years. It wouldn't mean much."
"How can you say that wouldn't mean much?" Lin Shuguang retorted.
But he swallowed the other words that had reached his lips.
As Ancestor Chen had said, although his current strength made him outstanding among the Baojian Sect's disciples, it was nowhere near enough for Xuanyuan City.
He might not even be able to protect himself. How could he tell Ancestor Chen that he would definitely seize those two treasures for him?
He decided to wait until he actually obtained them.
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