A Soul Douluo's lifespan ranged from a hundred to a hundred and fifty years. Advancing to Titled Douluo extended it to three hundred, and each level after that added anywhere from fifty to two hundred years, with a Peerless Douluo living for a thousand. In truth, however, few lived out their natural lifespans. Most died untimely deaths, and the rate among Peerless Douluos was a full 100 percent, because they all wanted to gamble on that sliver of hope of becoming a god. If they failed, their bodies perished and their paths ended.
As the end of one's lifespan approached, the organs would begin failing to varying degrees. This was not an illness, and aside from certain rare treasures that could extend life, there was no cure.
Yet Lin Sen was only seventy, and his body had already reached the point of approaching its final limit. Perhaps this was a side effect of the Lovesick Heartbreak Red?
Looking at the bowl of golden blood Leng Xiyue offered him, Lin Sen could sense the extraordinarily rich vitality within it. Although he did not know what species or rank of Soul Beast the blood came from, drinking it would definitely extend his life by several decades.
The hope of living on was right before his eyes, but Lin Sen remained unmoved. He merely looked at Leng Xiyue. "Well, well, my young friend. So you had this all calculated from the start. You wanted me to work for you."
Leng Xiyue was candid about it. "That's not wrong, actually. Old Master Lin, there are more important things I need to do, so I can only entrust this place to someone else. It's not that I can't find a suitable representative, either. I just don't think anyone would be more suitable than you."
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