How old are you?
What kind of question is that!
Jiang Huanglong, the Sect Leader of the Spirit Cauldron Immortal Sect, stared at Lin Xuankong with his large, pale white eyes. Hearing Lin Xuankong's question, he couldn't help but frown, the hundreds of black bone spurs on his eyebrows squeezing together!
The other Earth Immortals who heard Lin Xuankong's question had strange expressions. They were clearly bewildered and couldn't make heads or tails of it.
Since ancient times, during confrontations, it was common to ask an opponent's name before a fight, inquire about their sect, or even ask about their weapons. But who asks about their age!
This wasn't some matchmaking session...
Especially White-forehead Qilin Bai E, who believed it had a good understanding of Lin Xuankong after twelve years of interaction, couldn't fathom the sudden question. Its distinct black-and-white qilin eyes blinked repeatedly, completely confused about Lin Xuankong's intentions.
