One hundred and two years.
This is an extremely long time.
People of this era can't live to such an age; in another one hundred and two years, if Xu Xuan's lifespan does not increase, he may have only a little over seventy years left.
A world with limits is like that, seemingly hopeful, yet that hope is often incredibly distant.
"Fortunately, there's the Sun Flow Bead Pill," thought Xu Xuan.
One hundred and two years—so this era could be harvested once more.
There's essentially no need to worry about longevity, as the internal strength in his body is now almost sufficient.
Based on the current success rate, approximately ten to twelve pills could be refined; counting about ten, that's also two hundred years of lifespan.
Therefore, waiting another one hundred and two years is not much to speak of.
"First, I'll stay in Li Mountain for a while."
