Nan Tian innocently wrinkled her nose. "Why are you glaring at me? Am I wrong? He's lived more than two thousand years—if that's not an old turtle, what is? The few ancestors in my family only lived not even a thousand years. This Guh Changfeng should be the oldest person in our Ancient Martial World, right?"
An Yiqing had nothing to say; the things Nan Tian focused on were always a bit strange. But Guh Changfeng was indeed the oldest person in the Ancient Martial World. Over two thousand years old—mm, definitely an old turtle.
"You damn woman, why don't you rally the entire Ancient Martial World to deal with that old turtle? Doing it all on your own is exhausting, isn't it?" Nan Tian asked again.
An Yiqing let out a soft, mocking snort, a chill showing between her brows. "Ancient Martial World? Have you forgotten how I disappeared more than a year ago?"
