Ling zhonghao smiled at elder Wen. There was no smile, only a mouthful of white teeth. He then quickly followed behind Ling Chuxi and the others.
As soon as they entered the valley, a strong turbulence hit them in the face. Ling Gusong and Ling zhonghao's hats were blown away by the wind, revealing two silver antennas on their heads.
"Ya, zhonghao, what's that on your head?" Elder Wen, who had watched them leave, let out another cry of surprise.
"It's popular. It's this year 's. " Ling zhonghao quickly grabbed his hat and put it on his head as he said embarrassedly.
Elder Wen and the others were dumbfounded. It was only after Ling Chuxi and the others had disappeared that they regained their senses.
"Oh right, I remember Sihao said he wanted to go out and gain experience the last time, right?" Elder Wen asked the disciple.