"Chen Dao, have you seen anything yet?" She asked him jokingly seeing that he was in good spirits. It seemed that Chen Dao's confidence had recovered since he regained function of his legs.
"I thought that Hell's Palace's Master was an old man, or at the very most a middle aged man. I never expected him to be so young, even younger than me." Chen Dao stroked his moustache as he spoke.
When she heard this, the corners of Feng Jiu's mouth twitched. Even Xuanyuan Mo Ze who was drinking tea choked on his tea after hearing what he said. He coughed lightly then raised his eyes and glanced at him.
Feng Jiu looked at him speechlessly and then asked: "Why an old man? You know that I am not twenty years old yet, so how can a young and beauty like me fall in love with an old man?"