“Eh?” Zhu Yao was startled. “But I’m merely at the early levels of Demigod…” Was it possible for her to ascend now?”
“You’re aware that you’re still a Demigod?” Yu Yan’s eyes narrowed, and gave out a scornful look. “Initially, I had thought that with your potential, at the very most, you would only require two thousand years to ascend. Yet, even after more than a thousand years have passed, you’re still at the early levels of Demigod.” He had been worrying up in the heavens, and had bitterly waited for such a long time, as he was afraid that this stupid disciple of his had done something stupid again. As a last resort, he came down to the Lower Realm, only to find out that she basically had no intentions to ascend at all.
“Wait a minute!” Chotto matte. “A thousand years? How is that possible?” Her Mathematics wasn’t taught incorrectly, right? Clearly, it had only been about twenty years, or thirty years at most, since her master’s ascension. So where did the concept of a thousand years come from?
“One thousand, three hundred and seventy six years.” Five months, and three days. He had already kindly took out the hours and minutes.