"Oh, Little Shuhang, you're awake." Little Senior White looked at Song Shuhang and waved. "Did you sleep well?"
"How did I suddenly fall asleep?" Song Shuhang rubbed his chin and began to recall what had happened.
The last thing he had done before losing consciousness... was show Senior Yellow Mountain his Ninth Dragon Pattern, wasn't it?
"You just exhausted your mental energy, then naturally fell into a deep sleep. Don't worry," Little Senior White replied.
Song Shuhang asked, puzzled, "Really? I felt fine at the time." Besides, whenever Senior White answered him, his gaze seemed to drift off somewhere.
"Let's put that question aside. Anyway, you slept for a while," Little Senior White said.
Song Shuhang: "..."
He looked up at the sky. It was still gray, just before dawn.
Had he accidentally fulfilled a few conditions for courting death and been punished for it?
Come to think of it...
There was something off about Little Senior White.
"Next, we're entering the Chaotic Sea Region, a place even cultivators find dangerous. We have no lifesaving equipment, not even food or water... Little Shuhang and I will forge ahead in this lone boat," Little Senior White said solemnly.
Song Shuhang: "???"
Senior White seemed to be talking to a camera. And that name he had used for him... Little Shuhang?
Earlier, Song Shuhang had thought he'd misheard.
Have I run into a fake Senior White?
Or...
Song Shuhang followed Senior White's gaze and looked behind him.
A phone was floating in the air, recording video.
"A livestream?" Song Shuhang asked.
"Mm. A team under Little Yellow Mountain developed the software not long ago for people in our cultivation circle. I heard Fellow Daoist Spirit Butterfly commissioned Little Yellow Mountain to develop it before going into seclusion," Senior White replied.
Song Shuhang: