The immortal master of Pure Void Daoist Palace gifted me a century-old Life Extension Pill, allowing me to regain my youth.
Now that Master Lan Yue is hosting a banquet in the Twelve-Layered Tower, how could I not go and show my support?"
Xiao Zhengde replied heartily, though the contrast between his aged voice and his youthful face was jarringly incongruous.
But after all, he truly was young again; so what if his voice remained a little old?
On the plaza, astonished exclamations erupted one after another.
Countless envious eyes fell on Xiao Zhengde, and someone could not resist asking:
"Grandpa Xiao, since Master Lan Yue is holding a feast today, you've been invited as well?"
"I am a man fated by destiny; naturally, I received the invitation." Grandpa Xiao held his head high, chest out, bold and exuberant.
Someone wanted to speak further with him, but his steps were swift—he spoke as he strode up the stairs, entering that legendary tall tower.
