At that moment, in Song Shuhang's small dantian world.
His spirit body was racing toward the fourth small dantian without stopping.
As long as I run fast enough, death can only eat my dust!
"The Pseudo Dragon Pearl in the fourth small dantian belongs to Senior White Two." Song Shuhang's spirit body rubbed his hands together, preparing a Blade-Nourishing Art in each hand.
Every time he used the Blade-Nourishing Art, the "love" Song Shuhang poured into it was different. His love for Su Clan's Sixteen, Senior White, and White Dragon Sister could all be distinguished from one another.
"Senior White Two, accept my love!" Song Shuhang's spirit body shouted as he charged into the fourth small dantian.
"Get lost!" Senior White Two's furious voice rang out.
Then Song Shuhang's spirit body flew backward out of the fourth small dantian world, looking utterly bewildered.
His spirit body sat at the entrance to the fourth small dantian and scratched his head in confusion.
The two casts of the Blade-Nourishing Art landed on himself instead.
He did not feel much. It was like massaging his own sore shoulders. That was about it.
So... was the Blade-Nourishing Art essentially a massage technique?
But that was not the point.
"This isn't how the script is supposed to go!" Song Shuhang muttered.
Neither when he had worked on the Mirage Dragon Pseudo Dragon Pearl nor when he had worked on the White Dragon Sister Pseudo Dragon Pearl had anything like this happened.
A moment later.
Song Shuhang's spirit body cautiously entered the fourth dantian world again.
This time, he did not shout anything. He simply slipped inside.
Above the spirit lake in the fourth dantian floated a Ball Wheel made of overlapping Spiral Swords.
Senior White Two's Dragon Demon Pseudo Dragon Pearl was wrapped within the