“I’m telling you, Xiao Bing. Great-grandfather’s stories are true!”
“Stop it, gege. It’s already appalling that such a world in the future exists, let alone, to hear you actually believe it? How old are you, three?”
“Be a good kid and don’t get in too much trouble.”
“I don’t really remember much of those stories anymore because they stopped talking about it all of a sudden.”
“This is a luck potion made by your mother’s ancestors...”
“What’s the Qilin’s most prized possession?”
“Xiao Bing, come here. Please. Before you leave. Please, let me lend you this small weapon that uncle Qing Yuan gave me last night.”
“Hang in there, Xiao Bing. My Xiao Bing.”
“Your Highness, the Crown Prince, please put on your clothes.”
“Call me Bai Bing Wen and I’ll tell you.”
