Facing an Ancient God for a Year

"Maybe it’s because I’m getting old."

The question about cats and fish from Fu Qian, slightly nonsensical, clearly added to the hesitation of Chief Thirteen.

However, pretending not to understand would be too dull. Winona had been with Claire before, and Mr. Lek’s behavior of getting up in the middle of the night and licking everything couldn’t possibly escape the Night Watchman’s attention.

"According to his wife Claire, Lek just turned fifty-nine a couple of days ago, and before that, he didn’t use his tongue as much."

Of course, Chief Thirteen’s response undeniably carried the same nonsense, even revealing a strange smile as he spoke.

"Is that so... It actually looks like he’s still quite strong."

To this seemingly meaningful answer, Fu Qian responded with an intrigued nod, surprisingly giving a serious evaluation.

However, during this conversation between two High Tier Transcendents, which was indeed below their dignity, Fu Qian was contemplating two other faces—an eminent male and female medical duo they’d met before, guiding them astray.

The demon often hides in the details, seeming to lament in the hospital that, compared to the young doctors who unintentionally block the view, the interference of old experts was more active.

The last old lady even descended like a Transcendent, grabbing and biting.

In retrospect, those two’s ages must be at least as high as Mr. Lek, who retired early.

Fifty-nine... Could age be a factor of influence?