Time flies on the path of cultivation, and ten years have quietly passed by.
"When I think about it, I am already thirty-six years old." Xu Fan was holding a thermos cup he had forged himself.
There was warm water in the cup, along with 7 or 8 goji berries.
"As one reaches middle age, one is left with no choice~~" Xu Fan said leisurely.
At this moment, a young girl in her twenties brought over a plate of pastries for Xu Fan.
"Master, what are you sighing about again?" The crisp sound of her voice conjured images of a sporty young girl in one's mind.
"Moon Immortal, I wonder what I should do if I haven't reached the Foundation Establishment Stage in a hundred years," Xu Fan said with a smile.
"How can this be? There must be a reason for Master not advancing right now."
"I knew it just by looking at how you single-handedly suppressed Uncle Master Wang."
