The Saint held the teacup, swirling it gently.
Li Banfeng's formidable presence assailed him in waves, a sensation the Saint found both surprising and familiar.
"Have you been on a battlefield?" the Saint asked.
"Sort of," Li Banfeng answered vaguely; there was no need for him to be too specific.
Moreover, this was essentially the truth. Whether one had been on a battlefield depended on the specific definition of one. The battle between Qiu Luoye and Shui Yongquan could, by all rights, be considered a proper battlefield.
The Saint then asked, "How old are you?"
Li Banfeng pondered. "I can't remember. Perhaps around your age."
This was a half-truth. Li Banfeng's age could not possibly be comparable to the Saint's, but he genuinely could not remember his age, as he was an orphan.
