Song Shuhang glanced at the four Tribulation Immortal bodies, but none was the golden body that was "glazed throughout, transparent inside and out." He had been wondering whether he would get a chance to see Glazed Scholar's true body.
"Are these four the bodies of the Confucian School's Thirteen Tribulation Immortals?" Song Shuhang glanced sideways at White Dragon Sister.
White Dragon Sister shook her head. "I only recognize one or two of the Thirteen Tribulation Immortals."
"I barely recognize one of them," Song Shuhang said.
There was no helping it. At a time like this, he could only summon Creation Fairy, even if seeing these bodies might stir up her grief.
"Come out, Creation Fairy!" Song Shuhang called.
A long moment passed.
Nothing happened.
Creation Fairy refused to appear.
Oh, crap. How am I supposed to inspect the goods now?
I should have brought someone from the Confucian School.
"Relax. Surely you trust my integrity?" The Heavenly Emperor crossed her legs, propped her chin on one hand, and smiled.
Song Shuhang blinked very earnestly.
You have a record.
Then his long hair coiled into an arm and touched the four Tribulation Immortal Golden Bodies.
Although it was not a real arm, he could still use it as long as he deliberately activated the Appraisal Secret Method.
Besides, he did not need a particularly detailed appraisal.
There was only one thing he needed to confirm—whether these four Tribulation Immortal Golden Bodies belonged to the Confucian School's Thirteen Tribulation Immortals.
He only needed a yes or no.
The price he had to pay would not be very high, either.
He activated the Appraisal Secret Method.
The next instant, several shallow cuts appeared out of nowhere on Song Shuhang's cheeks.
A few beads of blood seeped from the cuts, but they quickly healed.