After the waiter left, Ning Fengzhi looked at Zhuge Lan and asked, "By the way, since your name is Zhuge Lan, you should be a descendant of the Zhuge family in Shu, the lineage of Marquis Wu, right?"
He wasn't stupid. Not many people used the surname Zhuge. Where were the most people with this surname in the country? Naturally, it was in Shu.
Only those from the Marquis Wu lineage in Shu could possess such demeanor and such cultivation fluctuations.
"Yes, Marquis Wu Sect, Zhuge Lan," Zhuge Lan nodded. He then observed Ning Fengzhi, unable to discern Ning Fengzhi's origin.
"The Ning family... the Underworld Doctor lineage." Ning Fengzhi understood Zhuge Lan's scrutiny and frankly stated his origin.
"Underworld Doctor lineage? The Ning family? Oh! So your medical skills must be very impressive, right?" Zhuge Lan recalled the Underworld Doctor.
"Reasonably impressive... but not as good as Brother Xiao's," Ning Fengzhi said, a touch humbly.
"Then that means you are very impressive," Zhuge Lan nodded. "I've met the Underworld Doctor, and you are slightly older than him."
"I am his Seventh Uncle," Ning Fengzhi said.
"Seventh Uncle?"
This address piqued Dongfang Jingjing's curiosity. She looked at Ning Fengzhi, "You don't look very old?"
"I am sixteen this year, at the prime of my youth!" Ning Fengzhi immediately declared.
"Sixteen years old? You're sixteen?!" Wang Qiran couldn't help but exclaim, putting down his teacup. He looked at Ning Fengzhi incredulously and mumbled, "Are the post-2000s kids looking so mature these days?"
Not only him, but Dongfang Jingjing and Zhuge Lan also looked at Ning Fengzhi with strange expressions.
Sixteen years old?
"You're even younger than me?!"
"No, no!"
Ning Fengzhi quickly clarified, "I am twenty-eight this year!"
"..."
This time, even Xiao Yan gave him a look.
"A fine 'sixteen'," Zhuge Lan's lips twitched.
"Then you're quite old, ten years older than me," Dongfang Jingjing said. "That makes more sense, you do look rather old."
"Old?"
Hearing Dongfang Jingjing's words, Ning Fengzhi felt hurt.
He was in the prime of his life! How could he be called old?
He couldn't understand! He couldn't accept it!
"Looking at him, he seems unable to accept the fact that he's already old," Wang Qiran found it amusing, watching Ning Fengzhi slump onto the table, his eyes vacant, muttering to himself while scrolling on his phone.
"Isn't he the same age as you, both seasoned veterans of society?" Dongfang Jingjing curiously stared at Wang Qiran. "Aren't you old?"
Wang Qiran froze for a second upon hearing this. "I'm old too?"
"Aren't you?"
Dongfang Jingjing retorted.
Wang Qiran joined Ning Fengzhi.
He was still a pure young man, how could he be considered old?
He didn't look particularly mature, did he? He looked quite young in the photos!
Then, he looked up at Zhuge Lan. Why did this guy look younger than him?!
"Brother Lan, why do they both look so sad?" Seeing their expressions, Dongfang Jingjing asked curiously.
"Hmm... perhaps their youthful innocence was wounded just now," Zhuge Lan said with a smile.
"Ah?"
Dongfang Jingjing looked bewildered. "How were they wounded?"
"By the harsh realities of life."