White Hair's solemn reply was so loud that Bai Guyue's face flushed red. She hurriedly spat lightly and turned away.
Why was Grandpa being improper again?!
And there was an even more improper one here!
There were still enemies over there...
Out of the corner of her eye, Bai Guyue spotted Seraril quietly taking steps, trying to escape.
Smack.
A crisp snap of fingers rang out beside her ear.
White mist suddenly condensed in the air, forming an inverted Giant Bowl that descended and covered Seraril inside.
The right hand he had just flung out began to wither and blacken the instant it touched the white barrier.
Sizzle!
Seraril drew back his arm in terror and looked toward Bai Yiduo, who had not even turned his head.
That old man could control this white mist with nothing more than a snap of his fingers.
And this white mist possessed the ability to strip away biological vitality.
It was practically the natural nemesis of the Saint Luo Parasite!
Bai Yiduo continued staring fixedly into White Hair's eyes.
White Hair nervously swallowed. The elderly master apothecary before him now had an even more dazzling halo shining above his head.
Great Philosopher!
A faint, nearly imperceptible gleam flashed through Bai Yiduo's pupils. He seemed... satisfied?
Yin Shuai was not sure whether he had seen that correctly.
He truly could not figure it out.
Damn it, when this old man played philosophy, not even the gods could stop him.
"Let me ask you again. Which looks better, a ponytail or pigtails?"
Bai Yiduo coughed, and his voice no longer seemed as cold and harsh as before.
"Pigtails, without question!"
Light shone in White Hair's eyes as a hazy, gentle silhouette took shape in his mind.
"Final question. Do you prefer black stockings or