Not everyone could understand what Jing Jiu and Jian Xilai meant by saying "It's a pity".
Zhao Layue could understand it slightly, and Liu Shisui could understand it completely. As such, the two of them had a blush on their faces before Zhuo Rusui did.
The Elder Sun had completely misunderstood them. His face turned pale because he thought the two swordsmen of the previous generation found a fault in their sect master's Cultivation.
A moment later, the people outside the street began to understand what Jing Jiu and the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean meant.
"How old are you?" Jing Jiu asked Peng Lang.
It was an amiable voice the Green Mountain disciples had never heard before.
Peng Lang had no idea why the senior Immortal asked him such a question, but he didn't dare not to answer it. After calculating with his fingers for a while, he said uncertainly, "Maybe one hundred and forty-five."
