Ning Yongzhi did not react much to Du Ke's attitude. As for the attitudes of those Xiantian Masters, all he could do was laugh it off. That was why he did his best to keep the immortal from the Shangshi Special Affairs Administration appeased.
So, there was naturally a reason why he cared so much about Chen Mo. At the very least, Chen Mo's attitude toward him had been quite good.
"Not bad! I'm Chen Mo!" Chen Mo nodded solemnly.
"How old are you?" Du Ke asked.
Ever since learning last night that Chen Mo was a Xiantian Master, he had found it utterly unbelievable. The age listed in the files was simply too young! A youngster not even twenty-four years old was already a Xiantian Master—had he spent his own youth living like a dog?
So now that he had met Chen Mo, he could not help asking his age.
"Isn't my age listed in the files?" Chen Mo asked with a frown.
"I want to hear you answer it yourself!" Du Ke said, staring at Chen Mo.
"Twenty-three! Mm, almost twenty-four!" Chen Mo answered directly, not particularly bothered by it.
Du Ke was speechless, sighing inwardly that time was gone forever.
"Did you bring the short sword?" Chen Mo was quite fixated on the short sword. He could not take out the Green Jade Sword, while the Soul Chasing Nail killed the moment it was used. Without something defensive in hand, things would truly be difficult.
Although Chen Mo could also perform Artifact Refining, he had too few methods in that regard, so there had been virtually no progress in his artifact refining. It would be better to obtain some good items and refine them through ritual tempering and the like into decent Magic Tools.
Du Ke casually