CHAPTER 2655  PICKPOCKET

Observing the people of Ram Orchard City, Lin Mu felt a strange sense of detachment. Perhaps it was because he had never had the luxury of a carefree youth like these cultivators, or perhaps it was because, for the first time in a long while, he was seeing people younger than himself. Most of his recent encounters had been with ancient beings and powerful immortals.

'How old am I now?' Lin Mu suddenly pondered. 'Sixty-three… no, sixty-four. I think I turned sixty-four while we were still in the middle of teleporting.'

Time had become a blur, and keeping track of his own age seemed like an afterthought.

THUD.

Just as he was lost in thought, someone bumped into him.

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