Su Yi calmed himself down, then re-examined the unkempt old Daoist.

He was as thin as a stalk of bamboo, with dirty, disheveled, graying hair, an untidy beard, and a face covered in wrinkles. His gaze was turbid, yet fervent, and it was difficult to even guess how long he’d gone without washing his worn-out Daoist robes. They were completely filthy.

Yet someone like this said he resembled his brother-in-law…

The corners of Su Yi’s lips twitched imperceptibly, and something suddenly occurred to him.

His expression instantly shifted inscrutably, and he asked tentatively, “Ye Xun?”

It was just two syllables, but the unkempt old Daoist reacted as if he’d been struck by lightning. He was so excited that he couldn’t help but cry out, “Brother-in-Law! I just knew it was you!”

He remained in place, but his hands and feet waved about as if he were dancing, and his aged face was overcome with mad delight.

“.....” Su Yi stared at him. Is this guy really Little Leaf’s younger brother? The unrepentant little demon king who wrought havoc throughout the Netherworld and commanded the wind and rain?

I remember that brat as an arrogant silkpants, but he was quite handsome, a paragon of masculine beauty.

But the unkempt old...