Immortality Begins With Internal Breathing

Huff~.

Lin Zheyu let out a long breath and suppressed the shock in his heart. "Yes."

"Next, I will ask, and you will answer," said Elder Yang, nodding calmly.

"This disciple understands," replied Lin Zheyu, feeling somewhat tense. Under the shroud of this mysterious power, he thought that nothing about him could be concealed.

"Name."

"Lin Zheyu."

"Origin."

"North... huu... may I not say it?"

Lin Zheyu wanted to say that he came from the northern lands, but he could not speak it. Under the influence of that inexplicable power, he was unable to utter any falsehood.

"You may." Elder Yang nodded. He had promised Lin Zheyu long ago that he would not pursue his origins or past.

"Age." Elder Yang continued.

"Not over sixty." Lin Zheyu flushed and forced out those words.