The teasing eyes of my dear mother bore into me.
Zuo Guangshu's face flushed red, stammering.
But after stammering for quite a while, he still couldn't come up with a coherent explanation.
Princess Yu Yun of Great Chu, however, stared at him, tilting her head and looking over with a hint of disappointment in her tone: "There's no mark, is there."
Zuo Guangshu was both embarrassed and annoyed: "Mom! What are you talking about!"
Xiong Jingyu discovered a new world: "Whoa! You really do understand already!"
She sighed, pretending to be sorrowful: "Ah, the child has really grown up. But his mother has grown old."
"Old, what?" Zuo Guangshu retorted with displeasure: "For Godly cultivators, living for hundreds of years..."
The voice abruptly stopped.
He realized he had misspoken.
For Godly cultivators, living only for decades is also quite normal.
For example, his father.
For example, his elder brother.
