Zhang Bin's heart ached inexplicably. He spoke softly, "I'll work hard so you can have a long life, just like me."
If he were an ordinary cultivator, that would be absolutely impossible. After all, setting an ordinary person on the path of cultivation and having them achieve success was harder than climbing to the heavens. A cultivator's path was a lonely one, destined to be filled with the trials of life, aging, sickness, and death. By the time a cultivator achieved great success, it was likely that none of their family would still be alive.
Take Master Tianlong, for example. He might look young, but he was actually 180 years old. His parents, his wife, even his children and grandchildren, had all passed away. Their graves were a testament to all he had lost.
