The great age had begun, and this talented cultivator had it much easier.
Otherwise, it would have taken her eight hundred years to ascend to immortality.
"I can brag too," Princess Wen Xue said earnestly.
Lady Bi Zhu looked around, unconcerned whether the people behind her believed her or not: "Sister Wen Xue, haven't you married yet?"
Upon hearing this, Wen Xue paused, then responded, "How old do you think I am?"
"Two or three hundred years old, perhaps?" Bi Zhu pondered and then said, "With a lifespan of six hundred years in the royal family, two hundred is like being thirty for ordinary people."
"Then Sister is thirty-five.
Thirty-five and not yet married?"
At this remark, Wen Xue's face reddened, and she retorted, "I am at the Peak of the Golden Core Realm, about to enter the Primordial Spirit Realm.
"I'll live at least a thousand or two thousand years."
Boom!
Suddenly, a bell sounded.
Bi Zhu was somewhat surprised: "What's going on?"