"What is the power of the Secret Soul?"
It was clear that Duomeng had never heard of such a thing before.
Casio smiled, "Can you guess how old I am now?"
"Thirty-five? Thirty? Twenty-eight?!" For each guess, Casio just shook his head gently. Duomeng couldn't help but exclaim, "You're not in your forties, are you?"
"So this power of the Secret Soul is really useful, huh? Can it actually maintain physical body functions and youthful appearance?" He guessed based on his own imagination, and his guess seemed quite reasonable.
"Surrender already. Didn't you tell me when we first sparred by Mirror Lake that I wasn't even thirty? So naturally, you should guess a lower age." Casio shook his head, looking a bit speechless.
"Holy hell, are you under twenty-five?!"
"Twenty-four..."
