A weasel paying a New Year's visit to a chicken never meant well, and Song Shuhang had no intention of being that chicken.
Lately, Shuhang had been especially aware of where he stood. He knew he wasn't the sort everyone loved. Besides, he had secretly screwed over the Lord of Imperishability several times recently, and now the other party was eagerly coming to help him?
Unless the Lord of Imperishability was a masochist who treated someone like its first love even after they abused it a thousand times, it had absolutely no reason to help Song Shuhang.
"Thank you for your kindness, Senior. I don't need help at the moment. I can still try to save myself," Song Shuhang replied politely. He hadn't snapped back at the Lord of Imperishability outright—his will to survive had been unprecedentedly strong lately, probably because he didn't have a reliable Revival Formation to fall back on.
Senior White Two had set up a Revival Formation for him, but reviving through it would change his class to a Nine Nether Demon, bidding a permanent farewell to his human life.
"You can trust me. After all, I was only able to awaken from endless sleep and temporarily escape the influence of that terrifying immortality law because you transmitted stimulation to me from afar. I owe you a favor." The Lord of Imperishability sounded extremely sincere.
Sure enough, the Lord of Imperishability had awakened because Song Shuhang had previously redirected the remote attacks from the [Heavenly Dao Husk Sphere] onto it.
"You're too kind, Senior Imperishability. It was no trouble at all. We Chinese are all living paragons of kindness. We do good deeds without seeking recognition, and helping others is the foundation of happiness. You don't need to thank me," Song Shuhang replied quickly. Then he