"Old Bai, you don't understand," Lin Xiao said, picking up a glass of wine and speaking eloquently. "Look, this is what we call re-entering the world. You haven't been to a place like this in decades, have you?"
"A long time... thirty or forty years?"
Dongfang Bai pondered for a moment. Thirty to forty years ago, he had the good fortune to visit a cabaret and listen to dancers sing.
But nearly forty years had flown by in the blink of an eye.
"Isn't that equivalent to being isolated from the outside world for forty years? I thought you were quite adept with your phone and kept up with new electronic products, so I assumed you were young at heart," Lin Xiao continued.
If a junior had said this, Dongfang Bai would have likely given them a stern lecture. But Lin Xiao was different; he was almost considered an equal by Dongfang Bai now.
In the ancient martial arts world, besides seniority, there was also strength. Therefore, the three people sitting here were almost peers.
Unless Mr. Zhuge appeared.
"But... this place." Dongfang Bai glanced at the dance floor and immediately shielded his eyes, afraid of looking too much.
"Old Bai, if you're going to look, then look. What's with this timidity? You're over a hundred years old and acting like this." Lin Xiao said, pulling Dongfang Bai's hand down. "People dress this beautifully for us to be amazed and admire them, to praise them. You're afraid to even look, like an inexperienced young boy. How can you be okay with that?"
Dongfang Bai cleared his throat and said, "I'm already this old. It's not appropriate for me to appreciate you young folks. If people say I'm disrespectful of my elders, that wouldn't be good."
"If you don't say it, who would know you're a hundred years old?" Lin Xiao rolled his eyes and then pointed to a man in a small suit not far away. "Look at that man. Judging by his appearance, how old do you think he is?"
"Thirty or forty, perhaps." Dongfang Bai looked over in the dim light. The man Lin Xiao was referring to had a high hairline, looked quite aged, and his energy seemed a bit weak.
"See, I knew you'd guess wrong." Lin Xiao smiled and then pulled Zhuge Lan. "Brother Lan, how old do you think that person is this year?"
"Twenty-eight."
Zhuge Lan gave the precise answer after a glance.
"What?" Dongfang Bai blinked, looking at the man with disbelief. He couldn't quite comprehend how that person could possibly be twenty-eight. He would have found it normal if someone in their fifties, with good upkeep, looked like that.
But now he was being told that person was twenty-eight?
He couldn't understand.
"Brother Lan, explain it to Old Bai so he understands why he's only twenty-eight," Lin Xiao chuckled.
"Senior Dongfang, it's true that judging by his aura, he appears older and doesn't have the vitality of a normal young person. However, we should look at his bone age... and his friends around him," Zhuge Lan said.
There were quite a few people sitting next to the man. Without exception, each of them looked like young adults in their twenties.
"That's true. In a group of young people, there shouldn't be such an incongruous elder," Dongfang Bai nodded.
"I'm sensitive to auras. He's not weak due to his age. Based on his aura and his dark circles, it's likely due to prolonged overtime."