What? This Plain, Ordinary Iron Rod Is the Soul-Capturing Rod?

Tian Ling'er's words made everyone present cough repeatedly. They were speechless; this woman's focus really was different from a man's.

"Junior Sister Tian, although what you said is true—by the standards of the secular world, Senior Brother Qi could indeed be our great-grandfather," Hao Shuai said, emphasizing the words "great-grandfather."

He continued, "But we cultivators live far longer than people in the secular world, so it's not unusual for people of the same generation to be far apart in age."

"Hmph! What's there to be proud of about reaching the seventh or eighth layer of the Yuqing Realm at over a hundred years old?" Tian Ling'er said disdainfully. "When I'm that age, I'll definitely be stronger than him."

"Yes, yes. With your talent, Junior Sister Tian, you'll definitely be stronger than him by then," Hao Shuai agreed. "But as the saying goes, an elder brother is like a father. We should respect our senior brothers as we would our fathers."

That was what Hao Shuai said aloud, but inwardly, he was secretly delighted.

After Hao Shuai put it that way, when Qi Hao appeared before Tian Ling'er later, her first reaction would probably be: This is a man over a hundred years old.

Qi Hao could forget about pulling the same stunt as in the original story and using a Cooling Bead to make an old ox eat young grass.

Let's see if that guy Qi Hao still dared to try and get him drunk by using his numbers!

It wasn't that he was afraid; he'd just been thoroughly grossed out.

Having successfully put a damper on Qi Hao's mood, Hao Shuai felt quite pleased too. He smiled and said, "Senior Brothers, I'll catch up with Xiao Fan first. We can continue chatting this evening."

"Of course. We'll talk more