Pavilion Master Chu's long hair twisted gracefully above Song Shuhang's head, swaying with the wind.
She continued, "In addition to being tastier, older things are generally more powerful."
Behind Song Shuhang, Senior White's clone's hands started to get restless. The clone's eyes were fixed on the long strand of hair swaying above Song Shuhang's head, and it looked like he really wanted to pluck it.
While this long hair was talking with Song Shuhang, Senior White's figure moved, grabbing at the long strand of hair from behind.
Pavilion Master Chu's long hair receded into Song Shuhang's head, and then emerged at another position on his head. "Sage White, what are you doing?"
Senior White shook his head calmly and then he went back to his original position. However, his eyes continued to remain focused on the strand of hair above Song Shuhang's head, clearly waiting for an opportunity.