"Yes, I have already driven away my inner core with my thoughts and become an ordinary person!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a pity, starting from today, you will slowly age, your face will begin to develop fine lines and wrinkles, and your figure will grow plumper! In the future, you will become a big-bellied old uncle just like me," lamented Uncle Fisherman, shaking his head.
Xiang Yimo had no real concept of aging yet, after all, he was still very young.
He felt that since everyone could accept aging and death, there was nothing he couldn't accept either!
"Uncle, I've come to you because there's something important I need to ask you about!"
Xiang Yimo and Uncle Fisherman sat down at the tea table.
