"You couldn't leave it for tomorrow, could you?" Raiden sighed before turning around and walking toward a nearby table, where a bucket full of ice and glass bottles sat.
"Your stomach is strong, isn't it?" he said, picking one up and pouring the liquid into two glasses.
"Strong enough to handle stones and glass… don't ask me how I know." He laughed and handed me a glass. "But doesn't my age bother you?"
"Tsk! Others might think something about it, but my eyes don't deceive me, Kai. I knew it from the very first day."
I frowned, waiting tensely for him to finish the thought.
"You remember your past life, don't you?" Raiden said, gazing at the horizon as he leaned against the balcony, slowly bringing the glass to his lips. "Even so, you're not an ancient soul. I'd say you're far too young—your first life must have ended early."
I let out a heavy sigh and nodded.
"I imagine being a cultivator lets you pry into other people's secrets," I said.
He laughed again.
