"Old Mu even complained that Xue Wuwang was a dragon born of heaven and earth, and Gui Dao was a half-human, half-ghost guy. They could live normally like turtles, so how could Luo Xuan, an ordinary human, have lived for so many years?"
"I never expected this," Chang Le exclaimed. "Butler Luo is quite the hidden talent."
"I've also marveled at how he knows ancient formations, talismans, and martial arts techniques, as well as weapon crafting, inventions, financial management, and diplomacy. He's equally adept in formal settings and domestic affairs. He's only forty at most, yet he's so multi-talented—he's practically a genius! Butler Luo's appearance is deceiving!"
Chen Wusui said, "I don't know about Steward Luo's background and identity either. I'm afraid only Ghost Blade and the Third Brother know something about him."
"Apart from those three, everyone else joined gradually after Fu Guang established the Ninth District."
Both Granny Wu and Fu Yue are over a hundred years old; one relies on secret techniques and the other has a special physique.
Counting further down the list are Ziguiti, Changfeng, and Lao Mu; the three of them joined around forty years ago.
"I, Lao Ren, and Wan Buxun joined the Dragon Sect thirty years ago, right before you."
Chang Le tilted her head and looked at him.
Chen Wusui immediately guessed what she was thinking: "You want to ask me how old I am, don't you?"
Chang Le nodded, her fluffy hat trembling with her movements.
"I'm probably a little older than the head of the Hua family."
Chang Le stared wide-eyed.
Hua Lihan is fifty-five or fifty-six years old this year! Doesn't that mean that Chen Wusui is also fifty-six years old?
Chang Le closed his mouth only after a snowflake drifted into it.
"Isn't this normal?" Chen Wusui laughed. "With my current ninth-level cultivation, I can't possibly be only twenty or thirty years old, right?"
Thirty years ago, I worked for several years in the Meli Federation's laboratory. Dissatisfied with their insane experiments on alien species, I escaped and returned to the Central Plains, joining the Dragon Faction.
"What? Does the young master think I'm too old?"
Chen Wusui stroked his chin: "That shouldn't be the case. If I'm considered old, then wouldn't Fuguang be toothless? Wouldn't Lele find him even more disgusting?"
Chang Le quickly shook his head: "Of course not!"
“I doubt the young master would think that way either, after all…”
Chen Wusui tilted his head and teased, "Lele, you might not even be sure of your own age, right?"
Chang Le dried up his silence.
During her childhood in the Golden Palace, Chen Wusui and the others must have witnessed her changing size at will, so they knew that her age was not what it appeared to be.
Otherwise, how would they feel seeing Shen Fuguang having those kinds of thoughts about a young girl?
A large hand landed on Chang Le's hat, and Chen Wusui gently rubbed it: "Just kidding."
"Lele has the heart of a child. In our eyes, she is both a young master who deserves our respect and a girl we have watched grow up. We all treat you like our daughter. We are a family."
Chang Le's eyes felt hot.
She truly considered the Ninth District and everyone in the Golden Palace as her home and family.
If she hadn't been thinking of them, of her friends who truly loved her, then four days later, it wouldn't have been "Chang Le" who woke up.
"etc!"
Chang Le suddenly looked at him: "Were you taking advantage of me just now?"
Chen Wusui chuckled: "Ah, really?"
"Does Fu Guang know that his brothers all want to turn their lives around and become his father-in-law?"
"Ahem, let's talk about this sometime away from the Dragon Tomb."
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Hell Jokes:
Shen Fuguang: Why do I keep feeling a chill down my spine when I'm lying on the ground?
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