"Fellow cultivator, may I ask your age?"
"Tell me, did you eat some kind of Immortal Pill to turn back into this youthful appearance? You're quite dashing!"
The Grimy Master circled around me, muttering incessantly.
I rolled my eyes and said, "I'm eighteen this year! As for any Immortal Pill, I've never eaten one."
"I don't believe it, I don't believe it! You must be lying!" exclaimed The Grimy Master, his beard bristling with irritation.
Master Verdant noticed and walked over, "Senior brother, Fellow Thompson is indeed eighteen, it's just that he had a bit of a lucky encounter."
The Grimy Master turned around and gave Master Verdant a sharp glare.
He understood perfectly well, he just couldn't bring himself to accept it.
"Senior brother, let's focus on the task at hand and get going! Otherwise, it'll be dark soon, and that's when things will get tricky," Master Verdant persuaded.
