"Spacing out?" When Song Shuhang saw that Everything Can Be Sold's pupils had lost focus, his heart suddenly began to panic.
It was terrifying when the big shots spaced out—see rule six of Senior White's precautions.
Song Shuhang had personally experienced this terror several times, so he always kept an eye out for it.
"Senior Everything Can Be Sold!" He tried calling out again.
But the "big shot Everything Can Be Sold" acted as though he could neither see Song Shuhang nor hear him. He kept his hands folded beneath his chin and gazed blankly toward the location of the "Tomb of the Immortal."
"This is bad. He really has spaced out." Song Shuhang turned around and asked, "Which Senior knows earth-element spells? Make Senior Everything Can Be Sold a sturdy chair so he doesn't accidentally fall to the ground!"
"Don't panic, Shuhang. After Senior Everything Can Be Sold was kicked away by the leg of the White Ruler of Nine Netherworld, I heard him lying in the pit and muttering that he wanted to create a special spell to block you out. Once that spell succeeded, he wouldn't be able to see you or hear you speak—perhaps Senior Everything Can Be Sold is creating that spell right now." Senior Turtle chuckled from the side.
Creating spells wasn't difficult for a Longevity Immortal. Sometimes, as long as they had an idea for a spell in their mind, their abundant knowledge of magic allowed them to quickly construct a spell prototype in their heads!
At present, creating a spell on the spot was an easy matter for one hundred percent of Longevity Immortals!
Well, a note had to be added about "at present"... because Young Friend Song Shuhang had already advanced to the Eighth-Grade Profound Sage Realm. If he continued at