Who am I? Where am I? What happened to me?
"Fellow Daoist White Dragon, what are you doing?" Pavilion Master Chu sternly rebuked her.
At the same time, she quietly loosened the hair she had gathered into a single strand—too close. If Fellow Daoist White Dragon hadn't been there, she would have been the one to lash out on reflex.
And she had been aiming for his neck, which would have guaranteed a clean slice through Song Shuhang's head.
This was her body's honest reflex.
"A reflex, just a reflex." White Dragon Sister waved her little claws repeatedly. "It's the same principle as a knee-jerk reaction."
"Sorry, I don't have knees. I can't relate," Pavilion Master Chu said earnestly.
White Dragon Sister looked down at the water. "..."
Fellow Daoist Chu, you're just arguing for the sake of it. When did you turn into such a contrarian?
You don't have knees now, but didn't you have them before? It's not like you're a snake spirit.
Besides, she kept getting the feeling that Pavilion Master Chu sounded a little guilty while arguing with her. What was she hiding?
"Will Shuhang be all right?" Su Clan's Sixteen asked, a little worried—he had flown awfully far, and his screams had sounded rather miserable.
Even as she spoke, Song Shuhang returned.
He had teleported back.
Within the Core World, he could appear in any corner with a single thought.
In the Core World, he was everywhere.
"What are you doing? White Dragon Sister, what are you doing?!" Song Shuhang's belly button voiced the gravest of accusations against White Dragon Sister.
Su Clan's Sixteen lowered her head to look at Song Shuhang's belly button.
This Wooden Body had turned its nipples into eyes and its navel into a mouth.
The screams earlier had come from