He was really being buried!
Wang Jixuan had thought Senior Bai Gu's "burying" was a figure of speech. He had not expected...
It was literal action!
He changed into the alloy battle armor Peony had specially made for him and felt like, well, a pharaoh's coffin from a film of Earth's Golden Age.
"Why am I wearing this thing?"
"Oh, it's for safety!"
Peony and Amina pressed Wang Jixuan down from either side, efficiently dressing him in the armor.
Peony grinned as she spun her tale. "Sixteen thousand years is too long. My main consciousness needs to sleep alongside you too, Boss, to prevent confusion in my main consciousness from causing a disaster. This armor also has a tracking function. When I sleep, I'll hide in here!"
"Exactly," Amina said anxiously, maintaining her smaller form. "Those of us who aren't sleeping will follow Senior Bai Gu to the present in the blink of an eye. Who knows what might happen over these sixteen thousand years?"
Wang Jixuan smiled and pinched her cheek.
Xiao Na pouted, looking a little depressed.
She had also suggested sleeping beside Wang Jixuan.
—She had only tasted sweet romance for five or six years. Of course she worried that Wang Jixuan might forget her after sixteen thousand years.
But no one knew whether a Spiritual Practitioner's lifespan would increase after their strength advanced.
If it did not, then Amina only had tens of thousands of years left to live. Sleeping for sixteen thousand years would waste a third of her lifespan.
The same applied to Mao Mo and Zheng Shiduo.
Mao Mo was a Loose Immortal. His path ahead had already been severed, and Senior Bai Gu had no interest in helping him reconnect his immortal path.
Zheng Shiduo was still a Spiritual Practitioner, waiting for