"Late, that I am." Bai Xiaochun replied. He should have been 20 years old this year and it was not surprising at all that his father looked much younger than himself.
It was perhaps the greatest gift that cultivation could render unto its practitioners. Mortals were ever greedy to live longer than they should.
It was an outright provocation to the eternal halls of the heavens but no one would ever give up this once in a lifetime opportunity of both power and fame.
"…" The man in purple paused for a breath or two before he continued in the same dignified voice.
"You have changed." A father noticed that of his son.
If before this son of his would beg for his love and affection, the one that stood before him right now exuded an aura of indifference.
"And you have the odd penchant of stating the obvious." Our handsome mc replied.