After Senior White's clone led Song Shuhang and the others into the depths of the grasslands, Song Shuhang immediately curled up into a ball in pain.
The excruciating pain shared over from the clone was simply life-threatening—pain intense enough to make someone faint.
"Ah Song, what's wrong with you again?" Li Yinzhu asked in confusion.
Song Shuhang trembled. "The clone hasn't come back yet."
Gritting his teeth, he dispelled the clone secret technique... Far away in the city, the clone vanished with a "pop~."
Only then did the pain in Song Shuhang's body slowly weaken.
Damn it, he hadn't had time to recall the clone before Senior White's clone teleported him away through space.
"Little Friend Shuhang." Senior White's clone wore a serene expression as he gently patted Song Shuhang. "You should treat your clone well. This is the punishment for abandoning it all alone."
Song Shuhang raised his head to the sky. If Senior White hadn't teleported us through space instantly, I would at least have dispelled the clone before leaving.
"Alright, next, let's first read out the language pack of the Black Dragon World." Senior White's clone came before the woman from the Black Dragon World.
The woman was currently holding the mysterious weapon-refining material Senior White had given her. Her eyes were hazy, and she still hadn't sobered up from her drunken state.
Just how drunk was she?
"Hmm, being drunk will make things more convenient. If she were sober, we might have to use some memory-reading spells as well. But in her drunken state, we only need to use an illusion technique and a few little tricks to extract the 'language pack' of the Black Dragon World." Senior White's clone came before the woman, and then Senior White's eyes met hers.
The illusion technique unfolded silently.