"Young man?" Di Fuyi asked, half-smilingly. "Divine Lord, how young do you think I am?"
"To me, you are only a child." She then said magnanimously, "I am so much older than you."
Before she could utter another word, Di Fuyi was already flashing a mirror in front of her. In the mirror, she did not look as refined and elegant as she remembered. In fact, she was caught by utter surprise by her reflection.
There was a young lady that was only about 14 or 15 years old, staring back at her. Her eyes were bright and beautiful, looking as delicate as ever.
Gu Xijiu was still in shock. Subconsciously, she touched her face, and the lady in the mirror did the same. Something was wrong! Had the mirror reflected a different age, or did she really look that young?
