Han Yu wasn't wrong. Even in his hometown, there were elderly Qi Refining cultivators. Reaching the Core Condensation Realm certainly slowed aging—but not to this extent.
A hundred-year-old might not look ancient, but they'd at least look like someone you'd avoid in a tavern brawl.
"That's… just a side effect of a pill I ate," Li Mei admitted.
Han Yu furrowed his brows.
"Did you just say you made an anti-aging pill?" he asked slowly.
Even for Han Yu, that sounded like a big deal. A huge deal.
He could already see the business opportunity. Who wouldn't want to stay young? There would be millions of female cultivators lining up for this.
"You're telling me… you made a pill that could earn enough spirit stones to buy the sect, and you're just here… rubbing rat feet with peanut oil?"
