The Palm Martial Emperor tread the line between the Righteous Faction and the Evil Faction, and he was a well-known jokester, but he definitely wasn't one to make this kind of joke about his own family.2

"Oh, is that true? Your daughter was alive? Huh, so you've been keeping it a secret all this time. Then, the rascal of the murim—uh, I mean, the famous Palm Martial Emperor has become a grandfather? This is surprising."1

It was awkward for Cheol Myeong-Wi to imagine the Palm Martial Emperor as a grandfather. Baek Sang-Woon had always looked as if he was in his thirties, even though his thirties had ended seven decades before.0

"I know, it's weird to know that I am a grandfather when I look this good. By the way, are you having a hard time these days? Your face is so full of wrinkles and age spots! Why is your hair so thin? You are old, man."2

At that moment, Cheol Myeong-Wi lost his composure again. "Who wants to be old?! If you feel so sorry for me, why don't you help me reach the Absolute level?"0

"Come on, aren't you too sensitive to your appearance for a fellow Daoist? Don't be so obsessed with your looks. The kids are watching," the Palm Martial Emperor replied.1

This time, Cheol Myeong-Wi almost exploded. 'Who's the one that made me this sensitive?!' But he certainly needed to calm down. He was getting worked up again.0

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