The Faint Glow
Senior White Two: "..."
At that moment, he really wanted to kick White Horse.
What do you take my Golden Leg for? Why are you always eyeing it?
If this leg of mine could still be put back on, would I have given you the chance to covet it?
White Horse blinked at White Two, then drew something in the void with its hoof.
What it wrote was neither Primordial Language nor Ancient Language, but a script known only to it and White Two—a script belonging solely to Heavenly Dao White back then.
Nobody nearby knew what it was writing.
Ghostly White's gaze passed through the Golden Leg and swept over that line of text.
After a moment...
"I'll lend it to you!" Senior White Two's voice sounded as though he were grinding his teeth. He felt that Heavenly Dao White had had him completely under his thumb his entire life.
They were clearly two different individuals extended from the same "source." Why was he always the one getting the short end of the stick?
Upon hearing this, White Horse revealed two rows of pearly white teeth and smiled like an innocent child.
Senior White Two sighed and said to Daozi, "Then let's give it a try first... Fellow Daoist Daozi, assist from the side. If anything goes wrong midway, you'll be able to fix it immediately."
Come to think of it, as the Netherworld Ruler of destruction and ruin, why did he have to rack his brains so hard to save the world?
The Netherworld Ruler saving the world—just hearing that sounded completely absurd.
"No problem. Thank you, Fellow Daoist Whites, for lending a hand at this time. I'll use the Heavenly Dao Authority to make corrections at any time. If we can temporarily seal this