Qin He finally gave the white-robed "old man" before him a careful once-over. Ever since entering, this old man's manner of doing things had been, how should he put it...
The moment he said go, he went; the moment he said climb the stairs, he climbed the stairs. Decisive and efficient, with something of a thunderous, wind-swift air about him.
Throughout the whole process, he had kept urging Qin He on. He did not resemble a "elderly man" who moved slowly and spoke sluggishly at all.
"How old are you?" Qin He asked.
"By the standards of an ordinary human lifespan, I am eighteen years old." Cui Yan stroked his snow-white beard, his face gaining a touch of spirit.
"Eighteen?"
Qin He's voice immediately rose several pitches. Then, without the slightest politeness, he reached out and flicked Cui Yan's head three times with a resounding bonk, bonk, bonk. "So you're Little Cui. Then I won't hold back!"
"Immortal, stop, stop! Ow, ow, ow~" Cui Yan clutched his head and said in pain, "Why did you suddenly flick this old man's head?"
"And you have the nerve to ask why?" Qin He folded his arms, dissatisfied. "Why didn't you warn me earlier that the bizarre happenings in the Mirror of Supernatural Phenomena above would spill into reality? My big toe nearly ran away because of you."
"Didn't this old man say so before? Even if I had told you, Immortal would not have believed it. You would instead have thought this old man was shirking responsibility. Besides, you already said you would not blame me." Cui Yan hurriedly ducked aside, sounding somewhat aggrieved.
The moment Qin He heard that explanation, he rushed forward in a single stride and gave him three more bonk, bonk, bonks. "Still calling yourself this old man?