Upon hearing this, Lu Zixun silently calculated in his mind.
So, was it now at least seven hundred years later?
Previously, Hai Lanyue had mentioned that his body carried the scent of a card he left behind, so by rounding off…
Had Hai Lanyue lived for at least one thousand five hundred years?
Thinking of this possibility, Lu Zixun drew a sharp breath,
This damn near meant immortality. How was this possible?
Could it be that a hundred years in this world was actually just ten years?
But that wouldn't make sense either…
For a moment, Lu Zixun was caught in a contradiction he couldn't reconcile with himself.
Seeing Lu Zixun looking so distressed, Hai Xin felt a bit relieved and chose not to say anything more.
For a merfolk, maintaining a normal conversation with a sea cat was still somewhat challenging.
After a while, Lu Zixun snapped out of his self-conflict.
