Crack, crack…
Fish after fish was stuffed into the mouth of the white‑robed child, chewed messily, then swallowed. Only after he'd gulped down over a hundred fish did the white‑robed child wipe his mouth and suddenly leap up onto the bank.
"I'm full."
The white‑robed child burped, a look of satisfaction appearing on his face.
"Hehe." Ye Yun calmly gazed at the white‑robed child and asked, "Is there anything you want to say to me?"
The white child shook his head, his expression slightly deranged, chuckling gurglingly.
"Twinkle, twinkle, little stars up high…"
He sang the nursery rhyme as he rose into the air, turning into a white cloud, and flew off into the distance.
"Interesting…"
Ye Yun wasn't annoyed and followed again.
The white‑robed child's mind truly wasn't normal. Perhaps, deep in his subconscious, there was some obscure obsession, wanting to tell himself something.
But the madness in his spirit kept disrupting that obsession.
Ye Yun was in no hurry.
