No Comparison, No Harm
Soft Feather wore an exuberant expression.
Su Clan's Sixteen interlaced her fingers and rested them on her thighs, looking a little nervous.
As for Mom Song beside them, she was now relying entirely on her big heart to hold herself together—and on top of that, she was still racking her brains over the inescapable topic of "pregnancy." As a mother, she was indeed more concerned about this matter.
Dad Song, meanwhile, sat beside his wife with a puzzled look. He had not heard the earlier conversation between his wife and son, so he had no idea what was going on. However, when he saw Song Shuhang standing solemnly in front of the television, he guessed that his son wanted to perform something.
For some reason, Dad Song suddenly had a premonition of liver pain.
It was even worse than when his son had driven a walking tractor home last time.
Dad Song secretly rubbed his chest, considering whether he should first go get some medicine for the symptoms and swallow a pill as a precaution.
"So, what should I perform first?" Song Shuhang asked.
Stele Fellow Daoist said, "Just perform something casually. In fact, you don't have much to perform. The spells you know now are only a few, back and forth."
Dad Song could not help looking at the small stone stele hanging from his son's waist—was this some new intelligent voice device? Its AI was this advanced?
Pavilion Master Chu's cowlick said, "As for thunder techniques, aside from Palm Thunder, you only know Five Thunders Overhead, which you haven't fully mastered yet. And Five Thunders Overhead isn't suitable for performing at home."
"I also know Charging Technique," Song Shuhang added.
Pavilion Master Chu's cowlick said disdainfully, "Don't embarrass yourself! Are you going to use