Cao Guofeng was still rather confident in his life expectancy. He believed that with the cultivation level of a third level Saint Emperor, there was no problem with living for another three hundred years!
And someone with a free and natural physique could become a Saint by the age of fifty. Then… Three hundred years?! He will be stronger than me then no matter what? And across the entire world, how many people dare say that they are stronger than me?
Less than five!
But he had accidentally let it slip when his mind was preoccupied and feeling perturbed! Now there was no chance of hiding it. Right now, how could he even feel a little apologetic to Zhan Mubai? Cao Guofeng was so frustrated he felt like killing Zhan Mubai in one strike! You dare to dream of asking me to take in your grandson of god knows how many generations as my disciple?
