Senior Turtle extended his foreleg and gently patted the heartbroken Song Shuhang. "Although I don't know why you look so miserable, child, if you're sad, just cry it out. A good sob will make you feel better. Crying doesn't mean weakness; it's simply a way for humans to vent their emotions. Some studies have even proven that people who cry more tend to live longer."
Song Shuhang glanced up at Senior Turtle. Ever since Senior Turtle had started studying Psychology, he seemed to understand the human heart better and better. But, Senior Turtle, what are you planning to do with that little bottle you just pulled out?
"Although you're only a Sixth-Grade Profound Sage, your constitution is special. You've manifested your Sage Manifestation three times, and you even came into direct contact with the 'Immortality Law' without dying. Your tears should be very valuable." Senior Turtle spoke with utmost seriousness—he wanted to try making a "Scallion-Mud Profound Sage Tyrannical Song Tear Facial Mask."
After all, under normal circumstances, a Sixth-Grade cultivator who came into contact with the 'Immortality Law' would face certain death. Not only was Song Shuhang still alive and kicking, he had even fused the 'Immortality Law' into his own body, forming a low-cost pseudo-Immortality smoke mode.
His tears might contain a trace of the aura of 'Immortality'. They would surely have an extra effect on maintaining one's looks.
Song Shuhang: "..."
He silently stacked the three booklets together. "Speaking of which, Senior Turtle, that Great Emperor friend you mentioned... was it Song Blockhead?"
The characters in Rare Divine Armaments were Chinese characters. Yet when Senior Turtle had copied them down, it had been during the era of the Ancient Heavenly Court. Chinese characters had not even been invented then.
Song Shuhang had always had many guesses about