"Senior, I'm still young," Song Shuhang said. I don't want to die this early.
"Don't worry. As long as we leave enough slack in the rope and you put in Fairy Lychee's specially made earplugs, we can minimize the lethality of my senior brother's singing. If I collapse, you must drag me out. Actually, I'm doing this for every living creature on Tiantian Island. Think about it: if my senior brother really lets loose, the entire island will fall within his singing domain. Even you won't have anywhere to hide. So whether we can save Tiantian Island depends on how good my sound engineering skills are," Cloud-Swallowing Monk said.
With Senior Cloud-Swallowing Monk putting it that way, Song Shuhang felt too embarrassed to refuse.
At worst, I'll die. Who has ever escaped death?
Wait, no... As cultivators, our ultimate goal in life is immortality.
"Sixteen, search on your phone for a nearby hospital with good service and make a reservation for me. Preferably one with fast Wi-Fi," Song Shuhang said.
Su Clan's Sixteen smiled softly, revealing two dimples.
Actually, with Song Shuhang's current strength, Senior Cloud-Swallowing Monk could no longer drag him along if he truly resisted. In other words, Song Shuhang wasn't all that opposed to being dragged over to listen to Dharma King Creation's concert.
It was a very subtle state of mind.
It was like a vertical roller coaster or bungee jumping. People knew these things were terrifying and would make them scream their heads off. Plenty even screamed themselves hoarse. Yet, despite being so scared their legs went weak, some still liked to steel themselves and give it a try.
Thrills weren't something that could be described in just a few words.
Song Shuhang felt much the same way now. He knew Senior Creation's concerts were