"Eh, Elder Yang, your hair..."
Shi Shi opened her mouth wide because Elder Yang's hair, although white, was crystal clear and soft.
But just as he mentioned "mythology," Elder Yang's white hair visibly began to wither.
Elder Yang subconsciously reached for his head, but instead of being alarmed, he was delighted.
"It's fine, don't worry about me! This just proves that the method must be effective! And the price I'm paying is within my tolerance! Tell me about the myths you've seen!"
"Journey to the West!"
"The Three Little Pigs!"
Elder Yang: "?"
He could understand Journey to the West; at least it had some mythical elements.
But what the hell is this Three Little Pigs?
Seeing the strange looks from the two, Shi Shi shrank back his neck and explained.
"Uh... the pigs can talk, so they must be fairies... so, it's kind of a myth, right?"
For a moment, Jiang Xiao and Elder Yang were at a loss for words.
