Tyrant Evil packaged up his two conjectures about Boss Fat Ball and sent them all back to his main body.
However, since his main body was currently engaged in multithreaded Dao discussion, the message Tyrant Evil sent back would probably be delayed for a while. His main body would only be able to receive it after finishing one-on-one discussions with the first wave of Longevity Immortals.
Tyrant Evil was in no hurry. After all, time flowed differently where his main body was than in the Present World. Presumably, his main body would finish not long after things ended in the Present World.
"Then, goodbye, Boss Fat Ball." Tyrant Evil stretched lazily and stood up.
The single eye Boss Fat Ball had manifested glanced at him before falling silent again—as if that irritable Fat Ball from just now had never been it at all.
Tyrant Evil rose, leaving Boss Fat Ball with a suave view of his back as he gradually walked away.
He knew that Boss Fat Ball had not given up on saving itself.
After he left, Boss Fat Ball would certainly continue grinding away at that 'Heavenly Dao Seal.'
To be honest, Tyrant Evil felt that Boss Fat Ball's desire to survive was much stronger than his main body Song Shuhang's.
Since they had met, Boss Fat Ball had always been striving to 'stay alive.' Even picking a fight with Senior White Two had merely been incidental.
Now, despite being suppressed and sealed by Daozi, Boss Fat Ball still had not abandoned hope—Boss Fat Ball had the sort of personality that, as long as it persevered and was given enough time and opportunity, would definitely accomplish great things.
Unfortunately... Boss Fat Ball's luck had never been very good. Time had always been biased against it, and it never