Not everyone understood what Jing Jiu and Xilai meant when they both said, "What a pity."
Zhao Layue vaguely understood, while Liu S sui understood completely, so the two of them felt the heat on their faces sooner than Zhuo Rusui did.
Elder Sun misunderstood entirely. Thinking these two senior masters of the Sword Dao had spotted a problem with his sect master's cultivation, his face turned pale.
Only in the next moment did he and those outside the street truly understand what Jing Jiu and the Western Sea Sword God meant.
"How old are you?" Jing Jiu asked Peng Lang.
It was a gentle voice the Green Mountain disciples had never heard before.
Peng Lang did not know why this senior True Person would ask that, but he dared not refuse to answer. Counting on his fingers for quite some time, he said uncertainly, "One hundred and forty-five?"
Even if he was off by a few years either way, it did not matter much. Jing Jiu's mood improved a little.
At that time, he and Bai Zao had been trapped in the Snowfield, so naturally he could not have met this child.
Looking a little further back, this child had not yet been born when he ascended, so he could not be blamed for overlooking him.
Jing Jiu looked toward those fellows outside the street. His gaze passed over the faces of Zhao Layue, Liu S sui, Zhuo Rusui, and the others before finally settling on Ping Yongjia.
*If Zhao Layue had been a little colder by nature and had not spent those first few years constantly thinking about investigating my failed ascension; if Liu S sui had not gone undercover in the Western Sea Sword Sect and had instead concentrated on cultivation; if Zhuo Rusui had been a