"Miss Yueli, a hundred years have passed, yet your appearance has not changed in the slightest."
Zhao Yan looked at Su Yueli's youthful, graceful face, his heart filled with shock.
Mortal martial artists had limited lifespans. No matter how high their cultivation, they could not withstand the erosion of time.
Yet compared to a century ago, the woman before him showed not the slightest trace of aging. Could she have obtained the legendary method of immortality?
"Could it be that you have attained immortality?" Zhao Yan could not help but ask.
Su Yueli's expression remained calm. With a vague laugh, she brushed it off. "I merely practice a technique for preserving one's appearance. Where could there be such a thing as immortality in this world?"
Immortality was her greatest secret. She absolutely could not mention it to anyone.
Zhao Yan was a clever man. Seeing that she was brushing him off, he did not pursue the matter further. After chatting along those lines for a few more sentences, he stopped asking.
After speaking for a while, Su Yueli rose with Han Yu to take her leave. "Thank you, Fourth Prince, for your hospitality today. We still have important matters to attend to, so we shall take our leave."
After exchanging a few polite words, Su Yueli departed the residence with Han Yu.
Zhao Yan stood at the entrance, watching Su Yueli's retreating figure as he muttered to himself, "Can a martial artist who relies not on spiritual power, but only on Qi and Blood, truly remain young for a hundred years...?"
Gu Chen beside him also wore a thoughtful expression. "Your Highness, there are too many mysteries surrounding Miss Yueli. She was already mysterious back then. By now, I fear her strength has long reached an inconceivable level."
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