“Youngsters are defined differently in every generation!” chuckled Director General Zhao. That was the truth.0

Only when one resided in unrest, madness, and darkness did age not become a constraint. Otherwise, in a relatively peaceful age with the old guard being hale and hearty, one was young no matter what age one was.0

Back in the olden days of Silver Moon, one hundred years old made one an antique. Yuan Shuo had been the leading authority of the martial world at seventy years old—a very old leading authority.1

“Let’s go take a look, they can’t be allowed to actually break the Star Gate,” said Director General Zhao. “We refuse to let people open the Star Gate because we wish to give Silver Moon more time. We need to accumulate more foundations, if nothing else! Although it’s very hard to do so now, we will not be able to close the Star Gate again once it opens and the flow of time syncs with the outside again!”0

They could collect some strength as time went on. But once the Star Gate was opened and resources were still limited with none to be found outside, then...0