"Li Qingping, wait for me down there!" Cezar shouted while leaning on the railing of the rooftop.
Perhaps he shouted too loudly, as he coughed while clutching his stomach and raised his right hand, suddenly conjuring a book engraved with stripes in the palm of his hand.
The shark was taken aback: "You're an Anecdote Envoy?"
"I've always been an Anecdote Envoy. Both my older brothers are Anecdote Envoys too." As he spoke, Cezar pulled out a card from the Anecdote Atlas, raised the corners of his mouth, "Found it."
The shark focused its gaze and saw only the orange patterned designs on the back of the card.
"An orange patterned card?" Ji Minghuan was stunned for a second, "A generational class anecdote?"
Before the shark could react, Cezar crushed the card, his white hair rising high, and his blue eyes glinting with a strange light.
In the next moment, the crisp cry of a reindeer echoed in the mid-air, like a distant song.
