Ma Zhibin set down his wine cup and suddenly asked, "Fourth Uncle, you've been in Chang'an City for six or seven years now, haven't you? With this change of office, aren't you planning to return to Soul Fighting City?"
Ma Rulong smiled, looking quite content. "Why would I go back to Soul Fighting City? Life here in Chang'an City is so carefree."
"Besides, thanks to the Chen Clan, I've made quite a bit these past few years."
Ma Zhibin pressed on. "Then go back to the family. You're already Level 88. You don't have many years left."
Ma Rulong frowned and cursed with a laugh. "Damn it, everything comes out wrong once it passes through your mouth."
"What do you mean, I don't have many years left? Anyone who didn't know better would think I had a terminal illness!"
Ma Zhibin hurriedly slapped his own mouth and offered an apologetic smile. "Right, right. Your nephew doesn't know how to speak properly. Please don't take it to heart, Fourth Uncle."
Ma Rulong snorted and said evenly, "I may be Level 88, but now that I'm past ninety, there isn't much hope left."
Ma Zhibin first grinned, then slapped the table. "That's not how you should look at it! Didn't Chen Menglin-Uncle Meng-break through to Title Douluo at ninety?"
"Just look at him now, setting off fireworks above Chang'an City. What an imposing sight!"
"So you can't let your ambition falter. Besides, you've gotten quite a few things from the Chen Clan to heal old injuries and nourish your health these past few years, haven't you?"
"Put in another push. Go for it."
Ma Rulong gave a scoff and took a sip. "You certainly paint a pretty picture. Don't worry about my affairs. But why bring this up all of a sudden?"