The elder smiled faintly upon hearing Ling Tianyu speak of the pain of cutting flesh and said, "No matter, in ancient times Guan Gong scraped bone to heal his wounds, and I, as an old fellow, can still manage that."
"It seems the elder also has a strong character," Ling Tianyu remarked when he saw the elder so indifferent and not particularly concerned about the pain of cutting flesh; it appeared he must be someone who had experienced many hardships to be worthy of his cultivation level.
In fact, Ling Tianyu knew that when the elder spoke of middle age or eighty years old, it wasn't about nominal middle age or being eighty, but rather equivalent to an ordinary person's eighty years old, which actually meant eight hundred, and that was only roughly eighty in such terms. Reaching this stage in eight hundred years of cultivation was quite commendable, and his real age was probably even greater.
