The Venerable Peach Blossom Immortal twitched his mouth, and even his hand couldn't help but shake while holding the wine cup. "I say, old geezer, why don't you keep your mouth shut! I've been watching you get struck by thunderbolts every day the entire time since I've come in here. Even my face hurts for you…"
"What old geezer? Who is an old geezer!!" The young man glared angrily at the Venerable Peach Blossom Immortal. "You punk, don't think that because you're one or two years younger than me that you can call me an old geezer at every turn! Wait until I get out of here. I will definitely marry eight to ten young wives. Don't make me old by recklessly calling me that!"
"Ohohoho, what are you two chatting about? You're in quite the good mood!" A shout suddenly interrupted the two's conversation.
