"Ha ha ha ha ha!" Feng Sanyuan chuckled, stroking his beard. "My dear, your grandfather here is no longer the man I once was. At this stage, I can alter my appearance at will."
With that, he patted her shoulder and sighed with feigned exasperation. "Ah, Little Feng, you wouldn't believe it—your grandfather here can't even look too young either. Just the other day, someone mistook me for your father's son!"
"Pfft!"
Feng Jiu couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Even the others in the hall couldn't help but join in the laughter. It made sense—Feng Xiao had always been a sturdy, broad-shouldered man, maintaining that robust appearance well into middle age. But now that the old master had advanced his cultivation and rejuvenated his appearance, the two standing together could easily be mistaken for father and son by the uninitiated.
"Father, looking at you now, anyone would think you're my Grandfather!" Feng Ye chimed in with a grin beside him.
