"Judging from his Bone Age, he's already over 800 years old. Based on the cultivation speed of the human race, he should at least be at the Nascent Soul stage."
"Eh, little junior sister is quite interesting. Did you know your senior brother was coming and came to welcome me?"
A person and a bird remained on their guard in the dark. The hidden figure seemed to sense that someone was watching and suddenly grinned, teasingly looking towards the private room.
Lin Qingluo was startled and immediately withdrew her divine sense, opening her eyes.
"Master, what does he mean?"
Little Kingfisher's puzzled voice came: "Why does he call himself Senior Brother?"
"Cough, cough."
Lin Qingluo coughed softly, showing a rare embarrassment.
"Maybe, he's also a disciple of our cheap master?"
*
"Bang, bang, bang."