Song Shuhang stared fixedly at the Buddhist divine ability in the Designated Driver Uncle's hand.
Could it be...
That this mighty expert of the Confucian School—was actually a Buddhist School spy?
"Don't look at me like that." After putting away the Heavenly Court Fragment with Palm-in-Hand Buddhist Kingdom, the Designated Driver Uncle said quietly, "If I used a Confucian secret art, it would produce a massive phenomenon and shake the entire White Cloud Academy. That would attract a lot of attention, and I wouldn't be able to keep a low profile. That doesn't suit my low-key style."
Song Shuhang suddenly realized that his repertoire of facial expressions was still too limited. He had no idea what expression to make as he faced the Designated Driver Uncle.
"Come on, brother, open a door. I'll deliver this Heavenly Court Fragment to your world." The Designated Driver Uncle held the glittering golden Palm-in-Hand Buddhist Kingdom in his hand.
Within that miniature Buddhist kingdom, Buddhist chants rang out and fragrance drifted through the air, like a microcosm of the western paradise.
"Actually, Fellow Daoist, your Buddhist divine ability is pretty spectacular too," Song Shuhang said. Then he opened the entrance to the Core World.
"This is already very subdued." With a light hop, the Designated Driver Uncle slipped into the space.
Song Shuhang and Su Clan's Sixteen followed close behind.
They arrived at the same empty stretch of land where Senior White had previously rotated the Heavenly Court Fragment.
"Could you put down the Heavenly Court Fragment first, Fellow Daoist?" Song Shuhang asked.
The Designated Driver Uncle held Palm-in-Hand Buddhist Kingdom level before him and waved gently, releasing the Heavenly Court Fragment once more.
Song Shuhang looked toward the ground.
The soil of the Core World turned into mud again, enveloping the base of