"Your face is as thick as your virtue is deep!"
The Saint said angrily, "Shameless madman, how dare you act so recklessly!"
Pan Dehai laughed, "You virtueless tyrant, facing your death, why still so stubborn?"
"Well said, Master Pan!" A painting unfurled in mid-air, and an exquisitely beautiful woman stepped out from it.
The woman was dressed in a high-collared, diagonally-buttoned, wide-sleeved brown coat with circular flower patterns. It seemed a bit old-fashioned but didn't obscure her ravishing beauty in the slightest.
Upon seeing the lady, Pan Dehai hastened to pay his respects: "Greetings, Elder Mu, this junior pays his respects."
The lady frowned and said, "It's fine that you call me elder, but why add 'old'? You make it sound as if I'm your grandmother."
Pan Dehai laughed, "Speaking of seniority, calling you 'Grandma' would hardly be a loss for me."
The Saint was fidgeting in the yard; Mu Yuejuan had arrived.
