"Little girl, I've been quite famous in the Xuanshi Divine Pavilion recently, haven't you heard?" Su Chen patted Zhao Lingxi's little head with a smile.
This little girl actually called him 'Brother Su'; in reality, he was only twenty-eight years old, whereas this little girl was hundreds of years old. However, in the Great Luo Heaven's martial arts world, whether twenty years old, a hundred, or even three thousand years old, they are exceedingly young to martial cultivators who live for millions or even tens of millions of years.
Calling him Brother Su didn't matter anymore.
In Great Luo Heaven, terms of address are more often determined by strength. Isn't it common to see a bunch of old folks, hundreds of thousands of years old, calling those stronger than them who are just tens of thousands of years old as seniors, masters, or ancestors?
Zhao Lingxi liked to call him 'Brother Su', it didn't matter. On the outside, she just looked like a little girl.
