The meeting at the Sea God Pavilion had just ended, and its atmosphere had yet to fully dissipate.
Tang Wutong looked at Long Yeyue, who was leaning on her cane and preparing to leave, and suddenly called out to stop her.
"Little Yue, wait a moment."
Long Yeyue stopped and turned around, her slightly clouded yet still sharp eyes settling on Tang Wutong. "Ancestor Wutong, is there something else?"
Tang Wutong looked Long Yeyue up and down, her brows drawing together slightly. Her tone carried a hint of distaste, but more than anything, the helpless frustration of someone lamenting that iron had failed to become steel.
"Honestly, Little Yue, look at yourself."
Tang Wutong pointed at Long Yeyue's silver hair and wrinkle-covered face. "Out of all of us, you're the oldest... oh, no, I mean you look the oldest. Seeing your face so weathered by the years doesn't sit well with me either. Don't you agree?"
Long Yeyue paused, then gave a bitter smile. "Ancestor Wutong, that's the natural order. There's nothing I can do. I'm over two hundred years old. It's already a miracle that I've lived this long."
"Who said there's nothing you can do?"
Tang Wutong rolled her eyes. "The solution is right in front of you. You just don't want to use it."
"Hm?" Long Yeyue looked puzzled. "What solution?"
Tang Wutong smiled mysteriously and pointed toward the Outer Court, where Tang Wulin was.
"Go see my little brother and tell him I sent you to ask for a drop of Source of Life."
"Source of Life?" Long Yeyue's eyes lit up, only to dim again a moment later. "But that's Wulin's origin power. Using it on me... wouldn't that be too wasteful?"
"Wasteful how?" Tang Wutong waved her hand. "That boy's vitality is frighteningly abundant