"Master?" Wang Zhengfei looked at Xiao Hua without the slightest hesitation and said, "Master looks to be in his twenties, but this disciple heard the little monk say that he is already around three hundred years old. Master is much more formidable than him, so you must be at least five hundred, right?"
"Well, damn!" Xiao Hua had meant to lecture him, but he was exposed in an instant and could only say awkwardly, "That little monk exaggerated a bit. He is only around two hundred years old. But your master is probably about the same age as the little monk, perhaps also around two hundred?"
"Really, Master?" Wang Zhengfei's eyes widened. "One truly can't tell!"
"Hehe, I brought this up because I wanted to tell you... you are about to become a cultivator. In the future, your age will not merely reach five hundred years; it may even reach five thousand or fifty thousand years. You must always remember to stand on your own feet. Even before your mother, you must be independent..."
"Yes, Master..." Wang Zhengfei hurriedly cried, "This disciple understands. This disciple will definitely change and definitely won't let Mother worry about me anymore..."
"It's all right!" In that brief moment, Xiao Hua had thought it through. He smiled and waved his hand. "There is no need to force it so deliberately. Your mother manages everything for you because she loves you. She has watched you grow up day by day and knows that you need less and less of her care. Every extra day she can hold on to this time is a day of enjoyment for her. You need not force her to let go; simply let her slowly adapt! Especially since your mother is a mortal, and there will always come a day when