Had Senior White's Clone arrived?
The Heart-Demon Scarlet Heaven Sword was the first to notice that Sage White Lord, as handsome as ever today, wasn't wearing shoes—apparently, the Ninth-Grade Heavenly Tribulation had been so intense that Sage White Lord had even taken his shoes off?
Senior White leaped down from the flying sword and looked at the desiccated Song Shuhang. "You look like you're in terrible shape."
Song Shuhang nodded stiffly. His dehydrated neck was rigid and brittle. He felt that if he nodded too hard, it would snap right off.
Senior White reached out and pressed a hand against him. Like White Dragon Sister, he cast more than a dozen spells in succession, from a Healing Spell to spells for dispelling negative effects, purifying curses, producing sweet dew, restoring energy, gathering spiritual energy, and more.
After that round of spells, Song Shuhang's head and Wooden Body returned to their original condition once again.
This time, not only did green leaves sprout from the Wooden Body, but flower buds appeared as well. His whole person exuded the breath of spring.
But a few breaths later, the flowers withered, the leaves dried out, and the Wooden Body cracked.
"This condition of yours is troublesome. What happened?" Senior White asked curiously.
Song Shuhang opened his mouth, but his throat was so painfully dry that he couldn't make a sound.
The Heart-Demon Scarlet Heaven Sword answered for him. "He picked a fight with a big shot, as usual."
Senior White nodded in understanding, reached out to pat Song Shuhang, and said, "Take it easy from now on. How many waves of big shots have you picked fights with while I've been playing around in tribulation transcendence? Doing it too often is bad for your health."
Song Shuhang's eyes grew moist—this clone of Senior