The four Golden Bodies of the Confucian School's Thirteen Tribulation Immortals had been laid to rest.
True Lord Eternal Fire and several Confucian "heads of household" approached Song Shuhang.
"Song—Fellow Daoist Tyrant Song, what happened to you?" True Lord Eternal Fire asked with concern as he looked at Song Shuhang.
At that moment, leaves kept unfurling from Song Shuhang's body, while flower buds blossomed here and there, filling the scene with the aesthetic of a girls' manga.
When did this little friend switch careers to cultivating as a Western druid?
"It's nothing. I'm doing great. I lost my body, but it's only left a scar as big as a bowl. After some time, once I cultivate my body back, I'll be a great man again." Song Shuhang patted his chest and said, "For now, Senior Eternal Fire, you may call me Tyrant Song, the Fallen Knight."
What on earth was a Fallen Knight? True Lord Eternal Fire nodded with a blank look, then looked toward White and smiled. "Long time no see, Fellow Daoist White. Speaking of which... you look a little special today. Is this your true body?"
Fellow Daoist White had always been an exceptionally special person, but today, his air was especially strange. Yet True Lord Eternal Fire couldn't quite put his finger on what was strange about it.
"Mm. It's because only my upper body is my true body right now, so you'll feel that something is a little strange," Senior White said.
Song Shuhang laughed heartily and blurted out without thinking, "Senior White is the Fallen-Foot Knight now."
As he was speaking, the foot of his Wooden Body suddenly twisted... Song Shuhang took a Flat-Ground Fall and crashed onto the hard ground of the Golden Lotus World, his face aching.
True Lord Eternal Fire wore