After a month,
Jiang Ding emerged from the leaves marked with the burnt yellow sun, his spirits slightly wilted.
"Before I knew it, twenty years have passed since I graduated from college."
He paused in the sky, saying with a tinge of sorrow, "Grandpa is now a hundred and five years old, Grandma is a bit younger, but also around the same age, it's exactly the time for the elders' grand birthdays."
The lifespan limit for mortals is one hundred and twenty years.
Longevity Pills are useless, their Divine Souls are too frail to have a foundation for extending life.
"Time to go home."
He applied for a flight path, boarded his own super Air-Space Warplane, the warplane spewed flames from its tail, ascended, broke through the troposphere, and entered the stratosphere. The skies were clear for miles, and the earth swept by below him.
"How is the situation in Desolate Bronze Small World now?"
Jiang Ding asked.
