"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 over three hundred years old. Master is much more formidable than him, so you must be at least five hundred, right?"
"Good grief!" Xiao Hua had originally meant to lecture him, but the boy had exposed him in a single stroke. He could only say awkwardly, "That little monk was exaggerating somewhat. He was only around two hundred years old. As for your master, I was probably about the same age as the little monk, perhaps also a little over two hundred?"
"Really, Master?" Wang Zhengfei's eyes went wide. "One truly cannot tell!"
"Hehe, Master 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. You must always remember to stand on your own feet. Even before your mother, you must be independent..."
"Yes, Master..." Wang Zhengfei grew anxious and cried, "This disciple understands! This disciple will definitely change and will not let Mother worry about me anymore..."
"It's all right!" In that brief moment, Xiao Hua had already thought things 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 watches you grow up day by day and knows that you need her care less and less. If she can hold on to these days for one more day, then that is one more day of joy for her. You need not forcefully make her let go; simply let her gradually grow accustomed