Looking at Jian Jiu Yang, who seemed so excited he was about to jump out of his skin, Luo Xiu was quite puzzled.
Even if I am handsome, it's not to the point where an old man should be fawning over me, is it?
So he asked, "Sir, may I know why you were looking for me?"
Jian Jiu Yang suddenly grabbed Luo Xiu's left wrist. "Of course, there is! And it's something major!"
Luo Xiu's expression turned strange. He tried to pull his hand back, but Jian Jiu Yang's eyes suddenly widened in shock. He let out a cry of disbelief as he stared at Luo Xiu.
He had used a bone-reading technique to determine Luo Xiu's age.
A Cultivator's age might not be apparent from their appearance, but the age of their bones could not be faked.
"Young man, you're only twenty-two?!"
Luo Xiu was momentarily speechless. He wasn't even sure of his exact age himself; after all, most Cultivators didn't bother keeping track of such details.
