"Jun Yinglian!" Xuan Bing had drunk a few. Her face was all read. She looked at Jun Yinglian and said, "How many years do you think we have left with our current cultivation?"
Jun Yinglian was surprised and then smiled bitterly. She felt bitter in the heart because of the question. "If we don't want to die… and we don't get killed in any accidents, I would say thousands of years."
"What if we get some significant improvements during the thousands of years?" Xuan Bing's eyes were scorching.
"That would be difficult to say. Maybe we will live longer…" Jun Yinglian said.
"Have you ever thought that during those long lives, we may have to live on and on in this lonely way?"
Xuan Bing's eyes were shiny.
"Maybe I am doomed to live this way. But you… you are different." Jun Yinglian showed a wan smile and said, "I believe you understand me. There is an essential difference between a person with a dead heart and a person with hope!"
Xuan Bing was choked.