"You say it's whoever you say it is."
Yu Jizi realized something was off with Tian Jizi.
He turned his head to Yixi and asked, "What's wrong with your master? Why can't he tell people apart?"
Yixi replied, "My master is over a hundred years old. He's naturally become senile." At the same time, he shook his head in lament, "Only people like my master and grandmaster can live so long and still be so spirited. It's just that although his body is energetic, his mind... inevitably has aged."
Yu Jizi felt a deep sense of empathy as he looked at Tian Jizi, who couldn't even recognize who he was anymore, and he found himself unable to say another word.
What this little Taoist boy, Yixi, said made sense. They lived longer than ordinary people. Even at his age, his body wasn't worse than that of a young person, but that didn't mean that all his organs stayed young.
If one day he also became confused, even if that thing was accomplished, it would be meaningless.