If nothing was wrong with me, how could I find Dharma King Creation's singing pleasant?
Senior White Two spoke: "...Believe it or not, I can stretch out a finger and crush you to death like an ant?" His voice passed directly through Song Shuhang's earplugs, even overpowering Dharma King Creation's singing.
Wait, was I communicating telepathically with Senior White Two just now? Good heavens.
Communicating telepathically with the big shots was such a losing deal.
The big shots had exceptionally powerful control over themselves. When they communicated with you telepathically, you could only hear what they wanted to tell you. On the other hand, the big shots could hear what you were thinking.
"Forget it. Looks like you won't understand the heavenly music truly contained in this song unless I let you experience it." Senior White Two spoke.
With that, he extended a finger and pointed at Song Shuhang from afar. "Don't resist."
Song Shuhang wiped the white foam from the corner of his mouth.
As Senior White Two pointed at him from across the air, Song Shuhang felt his ears go 'buzz~,' as if water trapped inside them had been cleared out. It was indescribably refreshing.
The feeling was just like when he had been a First-Grade Cultivator and his Ear Aperture had been opened.
"Take out your earplugs and listen carefully," Senior White Two said.
Song Shuhang asked, "If I take out my earplugs, will I immediately drop dead?"
"If I hadn't come, you'd have been close to dropping dead even without taking them out. You'd die sooner or later anyway. Taking them out would at least let you die more painlessly," Senior White Two said.
Senior White Two made far too much sense.
Song Shuhang gritted his teeth and reached up to remove his earplugs.
"Unfilial ones...