The carriage had already left Nanyao City by now.
Zhongxuan Sheng put down the carriage curtain and looked at the elder opposite him, jesting with a smirk, "There's no need to mention being more handsome than Zhongxuan Zun, right? A fine man should not judge victory or defeat by appearance."
The short, fat elder had a very amiable smile: "It's about the thickness of the skin."
He turned his head to look at Jiang Wang, then repeated, "It's about the thickness of the skin."
Jiang Wang nodded in deep agreement.
Zhongxuan Sheng didn't take it to heart and took the opportunity to introduce Jiang Wang, "This is my direct uncle, who, because of my handsome appearance, has doted on me since I was little. Despite how amiable he looks now, back in the day, he was known as 'Fierce Butcher', a terrifying name that would stop children's night crying in its tracks!"
Now when speaking of Zhongxuan Chuliang, many people might not remember him.
