"Do you think you, a woman with no beard, can stop me?" Wang Xiaoqiang stared at the Beardless Daoist's smooth chin, smiling slyly and playfully.
The ten powerful disciples of the Tri-Element Sect instinctively glanced at the Beardless Daoist upon hearing this.
It's not that unusual for a man not to grow a beard, but it's generally not very dignified. Especially since the Beardless Daoist's face is so clean and fair, lacking any masculine aura and actually resembling a woman,
however, the Beardless Daoist holds a revered position in the Tri-Element Sect, and normally, no one dares to make fun of his face and embarrass him. Now, as Wang Xiaoqiang suddenly brought it up and mocked him, how could the Beardless Daoist endure it? His fair complexion immediately turned red and then purple, becoming the color of pig liver. He pointed at Wang Xiaoqiang, so angry that his finger trembled, "You, you..."
