The Rise of the Urban God

CHAPTER 120

Many years earlier.

During sunrise, Dylan was sitting on a cliff on one of the biggest mountains in Syslon, with Brianna sitting on the back of his neck when she was only four years old.

She was counting his white hairs.

“There’s a magnificent view on offer, Minerva,” Dylan said. “Instead of absorbing this view, why are you counting my hairs?”

“I’m not counting all your hair, Grandpa. I’m only counting white hairs,” she innocently said. “Why do you have so many white hairs?”

“I’m growing old, so it’s only natural that I have many white hairs,” he said. “It’s something that happens to everyone.”

“So, I will get white hair, too?” she asked in shock.

“Yeah, you will, but there’s still many decades left before you start getting gray hairs,” Dylan said.

Dylan’s words didn’t really satisfy her. “I don’t want white hair.”

“Haha,” Dylan laughed a little because she looked cute when she was pouting. He then raised his finger, and bolts of lightning streaked the clear blue sky in the distance.