From someone's expression, combined with the situation, you could usually guess most of what they were saying.
Seeing the Sixth-Grade Celestial One's pained face, his eyes fixed firmly on him in terror and confusion...
There was no mistaking it—he must be thanking me for letting him experience the joys of motherhood, right? Well, his way of thanking me might not be very friendly...
Song Shuhang could practically see the words "motherfucker" written in the Sixth-Grade Celestial One's eyes and on his teeth.
"No need to thank me. Aren't you Golden Core Hunters? I can't give you my golden cores. Even if I have quite a few, I can't just dig them out for fun, right? So I'm giving each of you a nascent soul instead. You're welcome. In terms of rank, a nascent soul is higher than a golden core." Song Shuhang waved his hand. He had decided—from now on, he would rename "Pregnancy Gaze" the "Great Nascent Soul Giveaway Art." It sounded more imposing, and had that lofty feel of "this old master shall bestow nascent-soul-level power upon you."
The Sixth-Grade Celestial One couldn't understand what Song Shuhang was saying either.
Only when you needed knowledge did you regret not having enough. A language barrier was especially frustrating at a critical moment.
This guy can use Pregnancy Gaze too, but he's only in the fifth-grade realm. And he possesses Natal Dharma Artifacts whose power far exceeds his realm. That leaves only one possible truth... He's a second-generation cultivator, Profound Sage Tyrannical Song's son. That's why he can master Profound Sage Tyrannical Song's exclusive Pregnancy Gaze and ignore the difference in ranks—even I fell victim to it. Those powerful Natal Dharma Artifacts must have been provided by Profound Sage Tyrannical Song too. This thought surfaced in the Sixth-Grade Celestial One's