Bald Head!

A quarter of an hour later, the three of them emerged from the hanging tower.

They were only leaving the sect for a short spell, so Qian Kun gave his approval with a wave of his large hand.

They went back to pack their things and change their clothes. By the time the three met up again and Wei Luo caught sight of the other two's looks, he almost failed to hold back his laughter.

Chang Bai wore a plain white long gown, an intellectual cap upon his head, and a palm-sized jade pendant hanging at his waist, his beard shaved clean. He cut the absolute figure of a dashing, refined scion of a noble family.

Yet in the dead of winter, he insisted on holding a folding fan, every so often coughing with forced affectation a couple of times.

Wei Luo did not understand why he had to cough, but was instead despised by Chang Bai for saying that those graceful young ladies from prominent families all fancied sickly literati.

Wei Luo was somewhat at a loss for words, and Wang Yonghu left him even more speechless.

This fellow walked a different path, changing into a set of coarse hempen clothes with a chest bared to dense body hair, a long saber slung at his waist.

It was clear he was going for the jianghu wandering hero style, yet his physique was as robust as a bear's and those coarse hempen clothes were rather tight-fitting, making the whole person look all the more incongruous.

Yet in Wang Yonghu's own words, "This is what a real man is! All those weak scholars are sissies."

These words instantly crooked Chang Bai's nose with anger. Had Wei Luo not intervened and urged calm, the two would likely have had to determine who