"Lin Chong, I haven't mistaken you for someone else. It's you. It's too strange, you're too strange! Why haven't you aged? Why is your cultivation still so low? Why? Look at me..."
The old woman was filled with sorrow. She released Lin Fei's hand and placed her hands in front of herself, staring at her own wrinkled hands. She said, "I am old... do you disdain me for being old?"
Lin Fei looked at the grieving old woman and said, "No, I do not disdain you for being old." What he said was truthful, for aging, sickness, and death are parts of life, and age does not warrant disdain.
"Really?" The old woman's eyes seemed to ignite with hope again. She spoke, "But you are still so young. You are just like before. Why is that? Why is that truly? Lin Chong, tell me, why is that?!"
Lin Fei didn't know how to answer, but he tried to comfort her, "Qingfeng Senior, please don't get too agitated..."
