"Difficult?" Qin Ling's eyes lit up, "Does that mean there is hope?"
It is difficult, but not hopeless! Qin Ling figured it out himself.
Mo Liancheng paused briefly, then bitterly laughed and joked, "You really think I'm omnipotent, huh."
"Master, I don't think so. You are omnipotent by nature."
"This flattery... you wear it yourself."
"Hehe." Qin Ling chuckled slyly, not responding.
High praise is not for everyone.
On some, it looks awkward, but some people were destined to wear it, whether they like it or not.
Mo Liancheng did not refute it, and this silence only confirmed Qin Ling's speculation further, "Master, ordinary people's lifespan... is very short. Even with spiritual pills, it can only last a little over a hundred years." He said no more, the implication was clear: he didn't want to lose a friend in a few short decades.
The lives of cultivators can be quite long, the higher the cultivation, the longer they can live.
