For some reason, when Song Shuhang heard the words, "The Ancient Demon Core belongs to me alone," he found them inexplicably funny. The line had struck his funny bone surprisingly hard.
Tyrant Song really wanted to laugh, but to maintain his dignity as the owner, he had to keep his expression calm.
Throughout it all, Song Shuhang kept his fingers interlaced beneath his chin.
Chu Chu quietly came up behind Song Shuhang.
Puppet Fairy continued pretending to be a wooden dummy, remaining perfectly still.
Using Secret Voice Transmission, Chu Chu sighed. "Another dispute over a treasure? The cultivation world is as cruel as ever."
Her Chu Aristocratic Clan had attracted the Void Sword Sect's greed because of its powerful Ancestral Sword Formula.
Afterward, to ensure victory on the Immortal Severing Platform, the Void Sword Sect had hired an assassin to kill her.
Thanks to the Void Sword Sect, her chest still hadn't grown back—even worse, it might never grow back for the rest of her life.
Good riddance to the Void Sword Sect!
"Wherever there are people, there will be conflict. It's unavoidable." Song Shuhang had experienced Chu Chu's life almost as though watching it on fast-forward, so he understood how she felt.
"Teacher, should we intervene? This curse caster looks like he's around the Second-Grade Realm. I should be able to stop him," Chu Chu asked through Secret Voice Transmission.
"You've misjudged him. He's a cultivator at the Fourth-Grade Realm... and there's another power hidden inside him. You're no match for him yet," Song Shuhang replied.
Under the counter, the little blonde girl looked up at Song Shuhang, Puppet Fairy, and Chu Chu, then cautiously leaned toward a gap in the counter to watch what was happening in the restaurant.
"Tell me. Where exactly is the treasure?" The tattooed