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Bian Chunchou instantly pouted. "You're only a few months older. Don't sweat the details." Speaking of which, his hands were itching again. He really couldn't be blamed; Chen Zui-Zui's hair was simply too wild. If he went off to gain experience alone someday, they might not even recognize him face-to-face.

"Impossible. You might not recognize me, but I'd definitely recognize you." Chen Zui had recently developed a love of thinking, and his words were very well reasoned, too.

But how to put it? Seeing him like this made both Bian Chunchou and Wen Xu uncomfortable. The former found it very... awkward, while the latter simply regretted that one careless remark.

"What if I disguised myself?"

At that, Chen Zui considered for a moment. "If you used spiritual energy, I'd recognize you."

Bian Chunchou was stunned. "You can already distinguish other people's spiritual energy?" Didn't cultivators need to reach at least the Nascent Soul Realm before developing divine sense capable of clearly distinguishing someone else's spiritual energy?

Chen Zui shook his head. "Your spiritual energy is water and fire, and his is wind. There isn't another of either anywhere in Yonglu Mountain. Do I even need to distinguish them?"

Wen Xu and Bian Chunchou: Is having an unusual spiritual root our fault?!

"Besides, he keeps his eyes covered. Practically the whole cultivation realm knows Yonglu Mountain's young granduncle-master is a blind man with a blindfold. When you two go out, you'll definitely be easier to recognize than me." Chen Zui thought, I'm the one who's easiest to disguise.

"I can take it off," Wen Xu suddenly said. "I only wear a blindfold to let other people know I can't see."

Understanding dawned on Chen Zui. "Oh, so that's why. You'd still be easy to recognize, though."

Finally unable to bear it