Exalting Sanctum Plaza.
The three people staring at one another without saying a word made for a peculiar sight.
Passersby could not help stealing a couple of glances before remarking, "That green-headed fishman is so weird. No wonder those three outworlders are staring so intently."
Old Yang silently adjusted his glasses while discreetly wiping away the beads of sweat on his forehead. Looking at the disguised Jiang Yu before him, he felt rather conflicted.
As for the two youngsters beside him, both Stelle and March 7th were staring blankly at Jiang Yu, their mouths half-open, unable to say a word.
Just as he always had, Little Fish never disappointed when it came to flights of fancy.
In that respect, Stelle and Jiang Yu operated on a dimension so far ahead that it was hard to surpass them, earning them the title of the Astral Express's two biggest lunatics.
The difference was that Stelle's symptoms were milder, but she had frequent episodes; Jiang Yu's episodes were rare, but every flash of inspiration produced antics that could make people's vision go dark.
Beneath the green fish-head mask, Jiang Yu's gray eyes sparkled in the dimness, as though giving off a soft fluorescent glow.
The boy looked left, then right, three question marks popping into his head.
"Why did you stop talking? It's me!"
Although Jiang Yu had not deliberately lowered his voice, the mask made him sound rather muffled.
Seeing everyone remain silent, Jiang Yu grew a little anxious.
He then raised a hand and first took off his hood, revealing a section of hair pressed beneath the mask.
Of course, the bright green mask could not contain his long, snow-white hair. His hair spilled down his back, and he hid it beneath the tails of his black trench coat.
Then Jiang