Senior White, that really isn't a title worth being proud of.
Song Shuhang painfully rammed against the sleeve inside the Heavenly Sleeve Cosmos.
"But... I wasn't the one who broke into this space," White—Song Shuhang—Sage said.
The bald man gave a textbook sneer. "Do you think I'd believe you?"
"Believe me or not, I didn't do it." Senior White smiled faintly.
The bald man stiffened slightly.
He could no longer maintain even his textbook sneer.
A moment later.
He shifted his attention to the side... where a hulking, muscular man had curled up, both hands pressed against his face, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand.
"Blue Waves!!" the bald man roared upon recognizing the muscular hulk.
Clearly, his relationship with Blue Waves went deeper than ordinary companionship. Judging by their matching muscular builds, they might well have been master and disciple.
Mad Saber Three Waves jumped at the shout.
He had been crouching there to remove his disguise mask—now that they had reached the Confucian Sage Resurrection Grand Formation's space, there was no point in keeping Venerable Blue Waves' face.
He had originally come up with several plans to use Venerable Blue Waves' identity to do some daring things. But now that he had achieved his objective, those bold plans were no longer needed.
The startled Three Waves raised his head and looked at the furious bald man in the sky.
That furious expression and roar—what was the relationship between Venerable Blue Waves and this bald man?
As Mad Saber Three Waves pondered this, his brain suddenly short-circuited.
He covered his face and said in an anguished voice, "Senior, you are a good person, but we... should break up."
The air suddenly fell silent.
Deathly silent.
"You aren't Blue Waves... I see. Is this another one of