Yang Zhen, with a runny nose and tear-streaked face, explained to her about 'tens of thousands of years' of human society. His stories were peppered with all sorts of delicious food and beautiful scenery, even a ferris wheel.
Only when Yang Zhen's throat was parched from all the talking, did the little girl finally sit beside him excitedly, hugging her legs, and said, "Is that Ferris wheel you mentioned really a must-play for human children?"
Yang Zhen clapped his hands and said, "That's the truth, no doubt. I don't know how long I played for, but now, ten thousand years have passed. There's nothing as fun as that in the world of practitioners anymore. By the way, what's your name?"
The little girl rubbed her nose, looking annoyed, and said, "My name is Jiajia. Is that spicy strip you mentioned truly the most delicious thing in human society?"
