The flowing paint forms a body, descending into the pure white space, like a solidified rainbow.
Its strength is as vast as mountains and seas, as broad as the firmament, voices of all ages sing along with It.
Su Ming'an watches calmly, while Kasadia keeps laughing wildly:
"Once upon a time, there was a jellyfish in the sea."
"He swam back and forth in the sea..."
"——Hahahaha, hahahahahaha——!!!" Before finishing, Kasadia couldn't stop laughing.
Su Ming'an was stunned for two seconds before realizing, this was the very beginning of the instance, a "not funny joke" he once told Kasadia. This time, Kasadia finished telling the joke.
"Later, the jellyfish encountered sunlight."
"The jellyfish melted."
"The jellyfish melted——hahahaha!!!——the jellyfish melted!!"
Su Ming'an silently stared.
——Facing those calm, silent, bright silver eyes that showed no hint of laughter.
He wanted to say, the Little King is not a melted jellyfish.
