"How much?" Xiang Wuji's face twitched slightly.
He broke through to the Nascent Soul stage at two hundred and three years old, having countless opportunities, and was destined to carry the Undefeated Demon Blood.
At nine hundred and thirty-five, he broke through to Divinity Transformation, an opportunity from the Celestial River Elder.
How come, in the other person's words, it seemed as easy as eating and drinking?
"Two hundred years."
Bai Chan blinked her big eyes and tilted her head.
Xiang Wuji remained silent for a moment.
[The master was dead, the senior brother was dead, Bai Chan no longer had relatives in this world, nor did she have a home.]
[Only the Black Heaven Monk organization could give her a hint of warmth, warmth from memories.]
[The master said to listen to them, so Bai Chan stayed.]
