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Fang Yue felt a little puzzled.

Why wasn't this envoy hurrying to deliver the Sacred Edict? What was he doing making small talk with me?

Just then, the young envoy rose from his seat and circled Fang Yue twice. Then he nodded and spoke in a childish tone, imitating the way an old man talked.

"Good, good. At your age, reaching the Human Rank Realm in the Martial Path certainly makes you a remarkable talent."

At his age?

Fang Yue looked puzzled.

"May I ask, Envoy, how old you think I am?"

"Uh... You look pretty old. Over two hundred?"

[Hahahahahaha!]

[Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!]

[Two hundred! Two hundred! Fang Yue, he says you're over two hundred! Hehehehehehe!]

Before Fang Yue could say anything, the sheepskin paper had already piped up in his mind.

Shut up!

Fang Yue's face darkened.

By the game's reckoning, he was only two months old. Just two months, and he'd gone from an ordinary person to the early Human Rank Realm. That wasn't a remarkable talent—it was downright monstrous! The kid didn't know what he was talking about.

And in terms of his body's age, he was only in his early twenties. How had that become over two hundred? The envoy really had no sense of perception.

Of course, Fang Yue only thought all that. There was no way he'd say it aloud.

"What? Did I guess wrong? Then you must be pretty old. Are you five hundred?"

Even if you only count what I've gained, my total Lifespan hasn't even reached five hundred!

"Ahem! Age isn't important. May I ask when you'll announce the Sacred Edict, Envoy?"

"Oh, right, right. I'm here to deliver a message."

The boy looked about thirteen or fourteen, but his demeanor, tone, movements, and way of thinking were