People who truly understand one another always feel a sense of kindred spirit, regretting that they met so late.
It was a kind of fate.
Over the course of a lifetime, one would always meet all kinds of people—some merely brushed past, some exchanged a glance after turning back, and some became nothing more than casual acquaintances.
Yet among the countless encounters, for two people to become kindred spirits, sharing endless common topics and the same interests and hobbies...
How incredibly rare was that?
However...
"Stealing every last scrap—this is going too far. I, Mr. Song, would never do such a thing!" Song Shuhang grabbed the Wooden Body and was dragged away along with it, thinking inwardly.
So how did I end up feeling such kindred spirit with Fellow Daoist Stele?
Someone who could share such a bond with me... How could a magical treasure be the type to swipe whatever was convenient and strip a goose bare when it passed?
Could I have tuned into the wrong channel?
No, that wasn't right.
After carefully sensing the situation, Song Shuhang suddenly discovered that it wasn't the Stone Stele pulling on the Wooden Body. Rather, the Wooden Body was tightly connected to the Stone Stele!
It was actually his side taking the initiative?
He had nearly wronged Fellow Daoist Stele.
"What is the Wooden Body doing?" Song Shuhang quickly issued an order to the Wooden Body, telling it to sever its connection with the Stone Stele.
The Wooden Body rapidly formed hand seals, but it was useless.
It and the Stone Stele seemed to possess an unbreakable magnetic force, drawing each other closer.
"It's because of the hand seal art from before." At that moment, Pavilion Master Chu's stray hair, perched atop Song Shuhang's head, spoke up.
Song Shuhang looked puzzled.