Tan Shuchang had cultivated for twenty years, long journeys reveal a horse's strength, becoming an immortal reveals one's independence.
Unwittingly, so many years have slipped by since I began my cultivation, my heart can't help but be filled with emotion, time flies, and appearances fade...though it seems I can't age.
Not only do I still look like my young self from my coming-of-age, but even that demon sword cultivator from the neighboring mountaintop remains unchanged, still looking like the little girl from back then...
Huh?
Twenty years have passed, speaking in terms of age, she should have gone from the girl next door to the aunty across the way, so why is she still so short?
...
Writing this far, Tan Shuchang paused, as he remembered that the culprit for the little girl's perennial appearance was, in fact, he himself, so he hurriedly steered the topic elsewhere in his journal.
He continued to write—
