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In other words, if Blue Left died, Blue Right would die too, and vice versa.

Listening to them, Cong Yu looked at their apparent ages—somewhere in their twenties—and began to hesitate over how appearances and ages were supposed to be calculated.

Still, judging roughly by appearances should be fine, right?

Although during his time living on Magic Earth, Cong Yu had learned not to judge someone's exact age by their appearance.

The aliens clearly had not learned that.

The muscular man flashed his white teeth in a grin and said, "We're around seventy-five years old, in cosmic years... that's about average."

Seventy-five times 1.6...

One hundred and twenty Earth years?

Wait, wasn't that roughly the maximum lifespan of a purebred human? Their age and appearance actually matched those of Earthlings?

Thinking that, Cong Yu observed the muscular man's solid physique.

Unfortunately, because of the man's bald head and bronze skin, Cong Yu found it difficult to accurately judge his age.

Then Blue Left looked at Cong Yu curiously and asked, "Wait, what about you? You came to Flip Star with your wives and children, right? Is your civilization exceptionally long-lived?"

"...Wives and children?"

Wives was one thing, but why was it plural?

Cong Yu was a little confused, but quickly realized she meant Yaochuan Guang and Lantian Zhu... and the child was probably Xiao Cui.

"Yeah, more or less..."

Too lazy to correct her, Cong Yu then became curious about something. "Wait, why aren't you counting Alya?"

Alya was clearly traveling with everyone too, so why was she not included among his "wives"?

Blue Right, who did not know who Alya was, tilted her head and guessed, "That member of the 'beak mask' race? Obviously she isn't the same species as you... it's not like I can't recognize one."

Ah...