Chi Yu reached over, but before he could touch his wrist, Xie Xiyi turned his hand and caught his fingers. "Do you mind that I'm old?"
At the very beginning, Xie Xiyi had only been two years older than Chi Yu.
Chi Yu chuckled. "How could I? Age doesn't really mean anything to us cultivators, does it?"
Xie Xiyi laughed softly. His voice was still pleasant and gentle, but beneath that gentleness, something dark seemed to stir. "This world places a great deal of importance on age gaps, after all, doesn't it?"
Chi Yu inwardly blamed Xiaoqiu for making trouble for him, but showed none of it on his face. He said calmly, "Not really. Going by our looks, we're only ten years apart at most. That's not bad."
Even now, Chi Yu's bone age was still under twenty. He was exceedingly young.
And though Xie Xiyi had spent five hundred years gestating within the black cocoon, those years had not passed in vain. Time had still left its mark on him. At least, his bone age clearly showed that he was over five hundred years old.
He could naturally use laws to erase the effects of time, but there was really no need. For one thing, it would consume the power of laws; for another, it was the truth.
Xie Xiyi realized that Xiaoqiu's words did bother him somewhat, but it was not the age gap that bothered him. It was Chi Yu's age. He was too young.
In the Cultivation World, where reaching the Golden Core Realm gave one a lifespan of eight hundred years, twenty-year-old Chi Yu was as green and immature as a small child.
A belated sense of morality sprang up and struck Xie Xiyi's almost nonexistent conscience-he had plucked the fruit before it was