Immortal Travel of Longevity

Chen Changsheng frowned slightly at those words.

He focused his divine sense once more.

Sensing it in much finer detail this time, he confirmed that the trace had been there for an exceptionally long time.

"It does look like innate damage..."

Chen Changsheng furrowed his brows, his expression shifting as he gazed at Ning Bufan.

Ning Bufan blinked, taken aback. "Mister Chen, why are you looking at me like that?"

"Just how did you survive?" Chen Changsheng could not fathom it.

Ning Bufan opened his mouth. "What do you mean by that, Mister...?"

"With innate damage this severe, there is basically no chance of survival. Yet, you lived."