At this moment, everyone had already entered the City of Gold, strolling along the well-maintained Glory Avenue, and they were all taken aback at what they heard.
"Don't remember?"
Jadka scratched the wrinkles on his face, puzzled, and asked, "What do you mean?"
"What do I mean? No particular meaning, just that I don't remember."
Ya Ya pouted, turned his head to glare at Jadka, and said with irritation, "I just mean I don't know anything before being adopted by Grandpa, got it? And stay away from me, old man. If your broken cane explodes again, I'll snap that thing in half!"
The Old Mage shrank his neck back and hugged his magic wand, which was now encased in ice like a warhammer, and chuckled without saying a word.
"I'm not like you guys at all, not some magical otherworlder, nor a rebellious teenager from a wealthy family, and certainly not some hybrid Wang Ba."
