In Gaya's mind, a cultivator is a hermit who can live thousands of years, that's why he asked that question.Sardat shook his head, he took a deep breath. "Why are you asking my age? Are you worried that you have chosen a man who is hundreds of years old?"Gaya looked at Sardat with sparkling eyes, her hopes were clearly visible. "N-it's not like that darling, I just want to make sure and if possible, I also want to practice," she said in a low voice, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Sardat looked back with surprise in his eyes. then, he noticed Gaya's enthusiasm perhaps believing too much in his little lie about being a Cultivator.In a voice full of pretense, he said, "Becoming a Cultivator is not easy, you have to be able to feel spiritual energyIf you can't feel it, maybe you're not talented." But Gaya, seemingly unfazed by Sardat's skepticism, tilted her head, her eyes full of curiosity. "How to sense the spiritual energy? Can you teach me?" Caught in his own lies, Sarda
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