Among Lin Mu's companions, only a few knew his real age.
The beasts knew.
The Saintess knew.
Xukong obviously knew.
But none of them had ever bothered mentioning it.
As for Lin Mu himself, he simply never thought it mattered.
Still, now that the topic had appeared, everyone became curious.
Meng Bai rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"It must be a significant number if they are celebrating it this seriously, right?" he guessed.
"That is usually how it works," Elyon spoke calmly from nearby.
For immortals and high level cultivators, birthdays were rarely celebrated every year like mortals did.
Most cultivators below the Immortal Realm only celebrated every hundred years or at particularly auspicious ages. As for immortals, celebrations every thousand years were more common.
Anything less than that often felt trivial.
Thus the others naturally assumed Lin Mu was reaching some major milestone.
Jing Wei, however, merely smirked into his mug.
Meng Bai instantly noticed.
