"Ms. Jian." The man's expression was respectful.
He did not hide himself in front of the woman because he knew it was futile.
Those eyes, having witnessed a century of change, could easily see through everything about him.
His counterpart was a member of the Blood Spirit Race who had lived for over a hundred years. Theoretically, as long as she was willing, she could attain eternal youth and endless life through the blood spirit transformation ceremony.
This wasn't difficult for them; the ceremony required some rare herbs, the pure blood of their kind, and the souls of a few unlucky individuals.
Letting herself grow old and decrepit plainly showed that the woman before him had long ago transcended the most basic of interests—primal desires.
"Heh, you and I are now both members of the board, there's no need to lower yourself before me like this," the woman said kindly.
Yain didn't speak, merely stepping forward to open the mahogany door for her.
