Leng Xuan said, "Isn't it still early? Why are you resting now?"
"Do you think I'm like you, needing a distinction between day and night to rest?" Long Lingzi said with frustration bursting forth, quite agitatedly, "This damned place has neither sun nor moon. I, this old man, can no longer tell what's day and what's night."
Upon hearing this from Long Lingzi, Leng Xuan felt some sympathy for him. After all, what kind of perseverance and will does it take for someone to stay in such a place for over a thousand years? He then said, "Alright then, I'll just ask you one question. What cultivation level have you reached?"
"Guess!" Long Lingzi chuckled and disappeared from Leng Xuan's sight once again.
Leng Xuan was instantly exasperated, but although Long Lingzi didn't say, he knew that an entity with a Primordial Spirit Entity must at least be a master of the fifth great realm of the Eleven Realms of Cultivation, the Nascent Soul Stage, right?
