Chen Dengming's heart jolted at these words, and his gaze involuntarily shifted to Jiang Jian. He immediately noticed that Jiang Jian's cultivation was still at the early stage of Nascent Soul, and he couldn't help but silently lament in his heart.
It had been over two hundred years since Jiang Jian had restarted his cultivation.
Even if Jiang Jian managed to advance his cultivation to the mid-stage of Nascent Soul, he would have less than a hundred years of lifespan left. Unless he could progress to the late stage of Nascent Soul in the next hundred years, he might live another hundred years or so. But that hope seemed too faint.
Birth, aging, sickness, and death—mortals cannot escape them, and cultivators could at most avoid sickness but could not escape aging and death.
Chen Dengming looked solemnly at Jiang Jian, "Second senior brother! I hope that when we meet again, you will have reached the late stage of Nascent Soul."
