"Ahem..."
Yang Fan lost control for a moment and nearly choked on his own saliva.
Over a hundred thousand years old?
And she called that the bloom of youth?
After all that, Han Lingzhi turned out to be an... old virgin who had lived for over a hundred thousand years.
And she still declared with a straight face that she was young.
Yang Fan simply could not imagine how she had managed to say those words.
Putting on such an act of youth—didn't she feel even a little embarrassed?
"What?"
Han Lingzhi narrowed her eyes slightly.
"Among Sixth-Tier Gods, which of the talented ones hasn't lived for over a million years?"
"I'm only a hundred thousand or so."
"If I'm not young, who is?"
Yang Fan felt a chill down his back and sensed a hint of danger.
This woman was far too petty!
He immediately sat up straight, his expression turning serious.
"You certainly are young, Miss Han."
"Someone who could reach the level of a Sixth-Tier God in a mere hundred thousand years or so is a rarity throughout the entire history of the Human Federation."
"That's more like it."
Han Lingzhi nodded in satisfaction, her expression visibly softening.
"Put on the Virtual Helmet and come with me."
As she spoke, she casually picked up a Virtual Helmet and handed it to Yang Fan.
Yang Fan took the helmet and put it on without asking any questions.
The next instant, his consciousness suddenly felt weightless.
When his senses returned, he had arrived in an extremely unusual space.
It seemed to be a massive circular platform suspended in an endless void.
A chair stood on each side, east and west.
Aside from those, there was nothing else.
Yang Fan instinctively released his spiritual power, and his expression immediately changed.