“Indeed.”
The Great Yan King replied in a deep voice, “That little brat from the Jian family is truly extraordinary—comprehending the Way through chess, a single thought reaching profound truths. The Qiujia girl, Minghuo Ruyi, underwent a great tribulation of fiery purification and transformation. Such talent, yet... they still haven’t broken free from the shackles of the Great Dao. Trapped like silkworms in cocoons, each step is difficult. As for this old man...”
The Great Yan King shook his head, then gave a bitter laugh. “Am I not the same? Countless millennia, yet unable to escape!”
“Countless millennia?” Lin Ji blinked. “But weren’t you and Master Lan from the same generation? That was barely a thousand years ago. Could it be that from that time...”
“Master Lan?” The Great Yan King was momentarily taken aback, then chuckled. “You mean Little Ting. Though I emerged from cultivation alongside him, if we count carefully, I’m actually of the same generation as his grandfather.”