"An elf?"
Fang Mo froze on the spot when he saw this. "What the hell kind of lifespan theory is this?!"
"Immortal Venerable is indeed immensely knowledgeable."
Hearing Fang Mo's words, San Wu immediately began explaining. "By the local terminology of the Fifth Domain, my wife is indeed an Exotic Race known as an 'elf'..."
"Why is there even a Western fantasy continent..."
Fang Mo rubbed his temples. He could no longer tell what exactly was going on with this world—whether another continent truly existed, or whether that bastard Deadpool had deliberately made it up as part of one of his antics.
"Since Immortal Venerable already knows of these matters, I hope you can make a move and help this junior just once. This great kindness shall never be forgotten..."
As Fang Mo was thinking, the cultivator across from him respectfully lowered his head again and pleaded, "Should Immortal Venerable ever have need of this junior in the future, I will brave fire and water without hesitation!"
"I don't really have any use for you... Ah, forget it, forget it."
Fang Mo had initially wanted to make a snide remark, but seeing the man's heartfelt and sincere plea, he softened a little. "I already promised you just now anyway. Come on, enter the sect with me first."
With that, Fang Mo snapped his fingers.
The surrounding space twisted, and the group suddenly arrived in an empty courtyard.
"What condition is your wife currently in?"
Once they arrived in the courtyard, Fang Mo casually asked the question.
"I placed a technique upon her, something similar to the Turtle Breath Technique. It delays the rate at which the body ages through slumber." San Wu respectfully explained, "But this junior can lift the technique at any time..."
"I see."
Fang Mo pulled a