Cultivators' perception of time often differs from that of ordinary people.
Ever since he had ordered the seclusion of the sect, Aaron had begun his retreat.
It was not until a certain day, when a spirit talisman flew into his cave mansion, that he was finally roused from his meditation.
"How long have I been in retreat?"
He opened his eyes, calculated with his fingers, and realized that it had only been a little more than sixty years. With a sense of speechlessness, he remarked, "Why call me out so soon for what?"
With that thought, he glanced again at his attribute panel:
[Name: Xin Chen (Fang Yu, Aaron)]
[Talent: Immortal, Not in Calculation]
[Age: 800]
[Realm: Golden Core]
[Martial Arts Skills: Taiyin Five Spirits Scripture (42398/100000), Duotian Sword Scripture (55432/100000), Taiyin Yuanmagnetism Divine Prohibition (49829/100000)]
"However, this year just so happens to be the 800th birthday of this body, I should celebrate properly..."
