You should know that among the many versions of Senior White Song Shuhang had encountered, not one had hair that reached past his waist.
Current-World Senior White's hair never reached his waist. Every time it grew close, a series of coincidences would lead him to trim it back to shoulder length.
Senior White Two of Nine Netherworld's hair had never grown any longer since Song Shuhang first met him.
The young versions of Senior White he had encountered by chance several times went without saying—their hair was even shorter than the adult version's.
This time, he had finally run into a long-haired version of Senior White whose hair reached the ground. It felt like getting an ultimate piece of equipment in a game, the kind whose stats were a cut above ordinary gear. It was especially delightful.
"Senior Song, you mean we just crashed into Senior White? Although we don't know what form of Senior White that was, his basic attributes shouldn't differ much. So... are we doomed?" Black-Skinned Soft Feather asked uneasily.
There was no one under the heavens who could keep bouncing around alive and kicking after crashing into Senior White.
No, that wasn't right. Senior White had never been crashed into before... Even when the Thousand-Mile Flying Corpse delivered magical treasures, it was Song Shuhang beside Senior White who got hit.
Song Shuhang's little hand froze.
He couldn't help reaching out to touch the 'Pavilion Master Chu's Red Crystal Pendant' hanging from him. This Resurrection Artifact had only just been acquired, and he hadn't even had time to 'warm it up' by playing with it. Surely it wouldn't be put to use so soon?
Below...
The white-haired Senior White who was being focused down seemed to sense Song Shuhang's gaze. He turned his head and glanced toward