บท 382: The Origin of Scumbags

He took off his red robe and wore a coarse white robe. He looked old, with white hair and beard, wrinkles covering his face, and numerous spots. There was no trace of elegance.

He didn't seem surprised to see Su Yingxue. "What are you looking at? Haven't you seen an old man before?"

Su Yingxue took a deep breath. "I have, but I've never seen an old man who can torment people like you. Did you poison yourself to look that way?"

Otherwise, how could someone in their seventies act like they were in their twenties?

Saint Ruan snorted coldly. "So what? Can't I?"

"Okay, I'm just afraid you'll be too heavy-handed. The poison to preserve one's looks might not be easy to endure."

Su Yingxue rubbed her nose, admiring Saint Ruan. He was ruthless to others and equally so to himself.

"I've been playing with poison for so many years, and I've never feared anyone!"