Chapter 67 - 60. Raising a Sword
The stars in the sky sometimes seem so close, as if they are suspended right above our heads, embedded in the deep, dark expanse. Standing on a mountain, it feels like you could reach out and touch them.
Yet in reality, the stars we see might be casting light that originated thousands of years ago.
Chen Ji didn’t know how long Xuanyuan had lived, such that he could casually spend 434 years just laying the groundwork for his cultivation.
He looked at Crow, "Uncle Crow, do you know about Lu Yang, the Mountain Master of the Jing Dynasty Martial Temple?"
Crow actually nodded.
Chen Ji then asked, "Do you know how old he is?"
Before Crow could respond, Old Yao came out with his hands behind his back. "Why aren’t you sleeping early in the morning, and instead asking about Lu Yang?"
"Um," Chen Ji thought for a moment and replied, "Liang Gou’er said I am suitable to learn the Sword Seed Path, and I heard that the Mountain Master Lu Yang of the Jing Dynasty Martial Temple cultivates it, so I wanted to inquire."
Old Yao snorted with laughter, "You think you can learn just because you want to? Does anyone want to teach you? Haven’t you cooled down yet? Why are you still talking nonsense?"
Chen Ji: "...Can you first tell me how old Lu Yang is?"
Old Yao casually said, "According to rumors, he should be one hundred and thirty years old. His high level of cultivation naturally allows him to live longer."