"Time left its marks?"
At those words, Song Chi was the first to lose his composure.
He looked Xie Changsheng up and down, taking in his still-smoking afro. "Oh, give it a rest!"
"You look exactly like a 'charcoal-grilled pheasant' roasted by heavenly lightning!"
At that, the others could no longer hold back.
"Hahahaha! Charcoal-grilled pheasant! Old Song, that mouth of yours is vicious!" Black Mountain laughed, slapping his thigh.
Zhou Yan laughed as he added fuel to the fire. "Vicious, sure, but Old Song's rough words ring true. If Old Xie went begging in the mortal world right now, people would have to give him a couple of extra copper coins!"
"Hahahahaha!" Luo Hongyi and Murong Li shook with laughter like flowering branches in the wind, without a shred of an Immortal King's dignity.
"You bastards..."
Xie Changsheng's old face darkened, his teeth itching with fury, but his current appearance really carried no intimidation at all.
"All right, you lot, don't just laugh at Changsheng."
Si Chen leisurely blew at the foam on his tea, glanced at everyone, and mercilessly exposed their embarrassing pasts. "Come to think of it, none of you seemed much better off during your tribulations, did you?"
His gaze drifted downward, seemingly casually, and settled on Song Chi's belt. "For instance, when certain people first came out of seclusion, they didn't seem to have even a single intact scrap of cloth..."
"Stop, stop, stop!!!" Song Chi sprang straight up. "Enough! Enough!"
He was completely stunned. What the hell? He saw that too? Wasn't there nobody around back then?
But on second thought, this whole damned River Chart World belonged to Si Chen. How hard could it be for him to look?!
Beside him, Zhou Yan was just about to kick him while he was down