Dugu Zhang said nothing, but storm-tossed waves were already raging in his heart.
How old was he?
By a rough calculation, a little over a hundred and twenty-certainly not yet a hundred and thirty.
As a member of the Hidden Dragon Secret Bureau's Earth generation, Dugu Zhang had taken a keen interest in Song Yan ever since he killed Zhang Xingming in the Chu Kingdom.
After the battle at Dragonhead Mountain, he had also gathered information about this junior in his spare time.
Naturally, he knew what that number meant.
Dugu Zhang had served in the Hidden Dragon Secret Bureau for many years and had seen and heard of no shortage of prodigies.
The direct descendants of the Tang Court's imperial family, the Dao Children painstakingly nurtured by the Central Region's leading Daoist Orders-which of them lacked extraordinary talent or mountains of resources?
Yet every one of them had only barely touched the threshold of Nascent Soul after reaching two or three hundred years of age.
Even Chen Linyuan, rumored to be an Immortal reincarnated, had only attained Nascent Soul in his hundred and sixties.
Spiritual Qi had revived, and the path of immortality flourished.
The Mortal World's Cultivation World had truly been turned upside down, becoming utterly unlike the old world.
At this moment, everyone's eyes rested on that figure in a black Daoist robe.
Across the entire battlefield, from Li Qingfeng to Yue Ting, from Lingsi to Ling Jue, who was not astonished?
Even the Shi Human Race cultivators caught up in this place felt heartened and elated by this sudden turn of events.
That was Princess Lingsi's husband! The Prince Consort of the Sea Kingdom and their Diren Tribe!
He seemed to have done nothing at all, yet heaven and earth around Flowing Wave Mountain had inverted,