Eight hundred years have passed, the vicissitudes of life changing everything, though things remain, people are different.
Yu Hua once said, cultivators also have their own coming-of-age ceremony, for a cultivator, the first coming-of-age is at the age of five hundred.
If one cannot comprehend the Nascent Soul, they will not live past five hundred years. Often, out of ten Golden Cores, only one can reach the Nascent Soul, which means most contemporaries will die. Childhood friends, in high probability, will be less than one in ten, if any.
Most cultivators take disciples when their lifespan is half over, and five hundred years are enough for most elders to die of old age.
"Has it been eight hundred years?"
In Jiang Fugui's eyes, a faint desolation rose, and a sigh echoed in the empty cave.
