Pickpocket

Observing the people of Ram Orchard City, Lin Mu felt a strange sense of detachment. Perhaps it was because he had never had the luxury of a carefree youth like these cultivators, or perhaps it was because, for the first time in a long while, he was seeing people younger than himself. Most of his recent encounters had been with ancient beings and powerful immortals.

'How old am I now?' Lin Mu suddenly pondered. 'Sixty-three… no, sixty-four. I think I turned sixty-four while we were still in the middle of teleporting.'

Time had become a blur, and keeping track of his own age seemed like an afterthought.

THUD.

Just as he was lost in thought, someone bumped into him.

"Sorry!" It turned out to be a teenager.

Lin Mu tilted his head in confusion and watched as the teenager ran away. He stopped in the middle of the road and touched his waist.

"Huh… did he try to pickpocket me?" Lin Mu wondered.