"Old monster?"
At those three words, Ye Xuan set down his wine cup and shot the Gray-Robed Beauty beside him an annoyed look.
"You're underestimating me. I'm only a little over twenty, in the prime of my life, with vitality as vigorous as a dragon's. You're the old monster here. Your whole family are old monsters."
At his words, a clear flicker of disbelief crossed Ao Tong's pair of captivating Double Pupils.
Her red lips parted, and she gave a soft snort. "As if I'd believe you. A twenty-year-old True Immortal? Tell that to the Eight Lower Realms, let alone those Sect Masters in the Upper Realm, and they'd laugh their teeth out."
Though she said that, something inside her relaxed all the same.
The life force radiating from Ye Xuan was indeed vigorous and full of vitality. He didn't feel the least bit aged, unlike those old antiques who had lived for several eras and crawled out of their graves.
But...
Ao Tong's hand paused slightly as she lifted her wine cup. A strange blush crept up to her ears.
If this fellow really was only twenty...
Wouldn't she, a Twin Pupils Woman who had made her name in ancient times, be... an old ox eating young grass?
Pah, pah, pah!
What old ox?
This young lady was born beautiful. Time couldn't diminish a beauty, so how could she be old?
Somewhat flustered, Ao Tong tipped her head back and drained her cup of Monkey Wine, using the alcohol to hide those girlish thoughts stirring inside her.
The wine's sharp, mellow warmth slid down her throat and spread through her body. It made her complexion look naturally rosier, too.
"Take it slow. No one's going to steal it from you."
Seeing her drink so heartily, Ye Xuan chuckled and