Back in the Benevolent Guardian Sect, everyone gathered around in one room, sitting on the chairs in the middle of the room. The room, although it looked simple, had several high-level treasures placed as decorations.
In the middle of the room, Noah sat on one of these chairs, with everyone looking at him, waiting for him to start speaking.
"Where should I start from?" He thought out loud before looking at Wuhan and asking, "What questions do you have in mind? Do you still want to know my age?"
"Cough! We have to start somewhere. Why not start with that.." Wuhan coughed in embarrassment before replying. Ming Ye shook his head with a light chuckle.
"Before I tell you anything, I will say this first: I will not answer the question I do not want to talk about." Noah clarified himself, and seeing the rest of the people nod in agreement with his terms, he nodded in satisfaction.