Qianqian: Yuan'er, I heard from Zheyan that you didn't have a beard before, but 100,000 years ago, you started to accept disciples and grew a beard to look more majestic. Mo Yuan: The main reason is that I don't know why I am so attracted by my appearance. I was too lazy to shave every day, so I kept it. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Kunlun Ruins also did not accept female disciples. Qianqian Bad Smile: Just Yuan'er, are you sure this really works? You pretty boy, your skin is paler than mine. You think you can pretend to be mature by growing a beard? Mo Yuan: I don't know very well, but whether Qian Qian can stop being called Fu Yuan'er. Qian Qian: I won't call you Yuan'er, but your skin is paler than mine, and your appearance is more elegant than Zheyan's. I'll call Zheyan Old Phoenix. How about I call you Old Man or Old Mo, or like my mother calls me Dad, Old Man? How about that? Mo Yuan had a helpless face: Then let's call her Yuan'er.