"There's evidence," Ji Tianqi said somberly, "My ID shows my age as thirty-six, but in reality, I am forty-five years old. Yet, I look like I'm in my twenties."
[What kind of evidence is that? Looking younger isn't exactly rare. Plus, what do you mean 'real age'... It's all in your imagination.]
After a brief silence,
Jiang Congshu suddenly laughed.
"Hahaha, so the eldest disciple isn't really the eldest but the master himself. You know, I actually wanted to make the eldest disciple my master at first. That way, I would have been the eldest disciple."
"Enough with the nonsense," someone interjected.
Ji Tianqi spoke earnestly, "If it's the Bull Demon King, then it's simple."
"???"
The group suddenly had a bad feeling, and sure enough, as they had expected,
Ji Tianqi, who had just told Jiang Congshu to stop spouting nonsense, began to spew what everyone recognized as 'nonsense.'
