Thief of Time - 800

'You sent for me, your reverence,' said Lu-Tze, bowing. The abbot upturned his bowl down the chief acolyte's robe. 'Wahahaahaha ah, yes, Lu-Tze. How old are you now?'

'Eight hundred, your reverence. But that's no age at all!’

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The Thief of Time - p137