Bai Mo sat on the sofa, hugging his disciple, watching videos with Old Chen.
The cool visuals and dynamic sound effects made Old Chen's son widen his eyes.
The leopard-headed belly in Bai Mo's arms frowned, resting on the big tail, feeling very bored... The images looked weird and meaningless, far less shocking than when the master used Immortal Technique.
Old Chen sighed while watching.
"Actually, we humans, from ancient times to now, from the middle to outside, have never really stopped fantasizing about the supernatural.
"No matter which dynasty or era, which ethnicity, they all have their own myth stories.
"It's not about belief, just myth stories."
Bai Mo nodded, agreeing with this view.
Even in modern society, where everyone has studied, knows science, and knows myths are elusive... but still likes to fantasize, likes to imagine the supernatural, likes fantasy, science fiction... Fantasy literary works emerge endlessly.
