Mysterious ancient books 3

"Is that so?" Leng Xuan didn't actually find it surprising at all, but he feigned a bit of astonishment on the surface. Since the other person had learned the mysterious ways of cultivation and appeared to be thirty years younger than their actual age, it really wasn't a strange occurrence.

He had heard from Uncle Da Zhang that for true cultivators, living for two to three hundred years was quite normal, and reaching the pinnacle of cultivation could even make a thousand years of life not an empty talk. He smiled and then asked, "Old sir, then you must have a house full of children and grandchildren by now, right?"

The elder shook his head with a troubled expression and sighed, "A house full of children and grandchildren, for me, that's not necessarily a good thing."

Leng Xuan gave a puzzled "oh," and although he was somewhat curious, it was the other person's family affairs, so it wasn't appropriate for him to inquire further.