"Long time no see, Teacher," said Jiang Lu, now middle-aged. Strategies of war could neither prolong life nor preserve youth.
Moreover, he was overworked with official duties, handling major affairs, and the stress of deep thought accelerated his aging.
"You've aged quite a bit, haven't you? I'll fix you up with some tonic when I get the chance," Gu Shanhai remarked, observing his appearance, thankful that his own disguise over the years allowed him to age as well.
"Thank you, Teacher," Jiang Lu sighed inwardly, realizing that Gu Shanhai had also aged.
At that moment, he realized that Gu Shanhai was already not young when he started his uprising and now appeared fairly old. He suspected that it was a side effect of shortening his life span back then.
"Teacher, this way, please." Although Jiang Lu had not met Gu Shanhai in person for a long time, their correspondence had never ceased. Jiang Lu, having many queries, always sought advice from Gu Shanhai.
