Fishing Elder listened with a hint of disappointment to Luo Chen's attempt at justification.
The reasoning did hold water—after all, he wasn't young anymore. At over four hundred years old, he had less than a century left before reaching his life limit.
A mere hundred years, during which he not only needed to finalize his Golden Core but also traverse an entirely new path to the Third Realm—any of this would sound like wishful thinking if spoken aloud.
Yet as Luo Chen's words continued to echo in his ears, the more he listened, the brighter the gleam in Fishing Elder's eyes became.
Suddenly.
He stood up abruptly, looking at Luo Chen with a mixture of astonishment and suspicion.
Faced with such a reaction, Luo Chen was initially confused, but soon felt a pang of unease in his heart.
Had he, perhaps, let slip too much, speaking about matters too profound for the relationship between them?
