"Do I look like a flood dragon to you?"
"No! But legend says there's a flood dragon in the Water Flood Dragon River!"
"That's right. Ten thousand years ago, there was a flood dragon in the Water Flood Dragon River."
Yang Zhengshan's expression shifted slightly. "Then you're that flood dragon's friend—the first City Lord of Qinglin Immortal City?"
Wu Wei Zheng shook his head. "Wrong. Qinglin Immortal City was built by the water flood dragon. He was my friend!"
Yang Zhengshan was speechless for a moment. Sure enough, rumors couldn't be trusted.
"So you used to live in seclusion in the Water Flood Dragon River all this time?"
"Mm. After the water flood dragon reached the end of his lifespan, I kept cultivating in his underwater cave abode," Wu Wei Zheng said.
"In other words, you've lived from ten thousand years ago until now!" Yang Zhengshan narrowed his eyes.
Wu Wei Zheng lifted his head and looked towards him, the corners of his mouth carrying a faint smile. "That's right. I've lived for more than thirteen thousand eight hundred years!"
Yang Zhengshan fell into silence. Thirteen thousand years—this had clearly surpassed the limit of a Demon King's lifespan. Even the Mysterious Turtle clan, whose lifespan was the longest, could not normally live this long.
Even a Dao Master had only ten thousand years of lifespan, yet the fellow in front of him had actually lived for thirteen thousand years.
"For the Struggle for Authority?"
"That's right!"
"But what exactly is the Struggle for Authority?" Yang Zhengshan raised this question that had puzzled him for a long time once again. Even now, he still did not know what the Struggle for Authority specifically was.
However, Wu Wei Zheng had no intention of telling him.
Yang Zhengshan looked at him, and he