"Hahaha, I've become young again, I've become young again, this is fantastic."
Lian Jie looked at his own jet-black hair, and his originally wrinkled hands had become full and youthful; it was truly a rejuvenation. My God, his prime youth's handsome features had returned, and now he could go out and date young ladies again.
"Fairy Sister, from now on, I'll do whatever you tell me to."
Lian Jie gazed at Ye Xiao with worship in his eyes. He felt even more outstanding than his ancestors—who only managed to maintain a youthful appearance despite their age. He was different; he had reversed his aging, and the other old fogies would surely die of jealousy if they knew.
Ye Xiao, with her people, descended from the mountain, and as soon as they reached the bottom, they saw a man who appeared to have just rushed back, covered in dust.
"Brother, you have to stand up for me."
The moment Lian Yu saw her own brother, she released all the grievances that had been building up inside her.
