Hearing Hu Daoke's words, Axia suddenly burst into a giggle beside him, and then quickly buried her face into Eve's embrace.
"Eh, did I say something wrong?" Hu Daoke asked, looking utterly confused.
"The little girls of the Elf Race can't even walk yet. The young girls you saw on the street are all old grandmas of a hundred or two hundred years old." Eve maintained a straight face, barely holding back her laughter as she explained.
"Oh, right," Hu Daoke said, as if he had just had an epiphany.
"That's not quite right," Cheng Ziang clapped him on the shoulder and said, "You can't just look at the actual lifespan of Elves, you have to consider their apparent age. Generally speaking, a two hundred-year-old Elf has the physical maturity of a twenty-year-old from the Human Race, so we can also take it that those two hundred-year-old Elves are really just twenty years old. If we were to measure by human age, then Luo'er and his sister wouldn't have even been born."
