Song Shuhang: "!!!"
No, I'm not, I didn't, don't go making things up!
I'm still just a little Seventh-Grade cultivator who failed to advance to the Eighth Grade. I don't want to die yet!
At that moment, Song Shuhang was like a husky pushed onto the wolf king's throne. Facing a pack of ferocious wolves with gleaming green eyes, he had no choice but to throw back his head and howl like a wolf—while inwardly cowering in terror.
Beside him, Senior White Two covered his forehead and gently rubbed between his brows after watching this scene—he really wasn't used to such a domineering, hot-blooded Fat Ball!
Still, wasn't it unexpectedly entertaining?
"That was so awesome!" Soft Feather's eyes shone.
Boss Fat Ball's combination attack just now had made her blood boil with excitement.
"Senior Song, while Boss Fat Ball is still your alt, let's find a chance to trick that move out of it!" Soft Feather suggested.
Song Shuhang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "You haven't even mastered spatial abilities. How would you learn it?"
"True." Soft Feather sounded disappointed.
Spatial abilities—what an enviable gift. When would she be as outstanding as Senior White and awaken a spatial talent while still in the Seventh Grade?
"But Soft Feather's idea could work," Su Clan's Sixteen said, holding Song Shuhang's head. "While Boss Fat Ball's memories haven't recovered, we can learn more useful techniques and knowledge from it. They might come in handy later. But we need to be careful not to provoke it, in case it suddenly regains its memories."
"That makes sense." After a moment's thought, Song Shuhang's eyes suddenly lit up. "As a Netherworld Ruler, Boss Fat Ball must have amassed a huge fortune. Maybe we can try approaching it from that angle and see whether it