Jiang Ding's words threw Lin Wanqiu and Jiang Yuan into a tumultuous whirl.
Did the sleep succeed?
Like in a science fiction novel, we have survived to a future of tens of thousands of years?
We've become ancient people?!!
Lin Wanqiu was dumbstruck.
"Oh yeah!"
"I knew my Yuanyuan was naturally adept at lying flat!"
"I said it back then, even if I do nothing, I can become a high-level cultivator. Eating and waiting for death might still make me invincible in the world! Who dares to defy?"
Jiang Yuan shouted excitedly, nearly jumping up.
"Oh right, brother, can I just casually become a Golden Pill Monk?"
"As your sister, I shouldn't just cap at Foundation Establishment, should I?"
Jiang Yuan looked at Jiang Ding with bright eyes.
In her memory, her brother was a Golden Pill Monk, a very strong one, who by now has become a Nascent Soul Cultivator or even stronger.
