Jeanne said in annoyance, "Stop calling me with those weird nicknames and aliases, old man. Be proper; I'm not your daughter."
"Hey, you should ask around online, in the eyes of us Beiping guys a few centuries back, any young lady could be considered a daughter," Xiang Shan rolled his eyes, "Moreover, if you really were my daughter, my generation would have to be bumped up quite a bit. I would at least be of the same generation as Kotoba. Do you know the 'Flower of Rhetoric' from the Hero quarters? Nowadays, the lads and lasses over there all look up to her as a senior."
"You…" Jeanne shook her head, "I absolutely don't believe you're a good person. With my case as an example... I have doubts about the origin of every Martial God!"
