White, You're Plotting Against Me!

Every inch of time was worth an inch of gold, yet an inch of gold could not buy an inch of time!

What was that saying online again? I think it was—[I'll trade my entire life for ten years of your innocence!]

Suppose the person who said that could live to be a hundred. Trading a hundred years for ten would mean a ratio of 10:1.

Ten years for one year—if this assumption could hold true, Song Shuhang would gladly trade away all the time he had spent playing games in the past for one hour in the Golden Lotus World right now!

No, he didn't need an hour. Ten minutes would be enough! Ten minutes would be more than enough for him to finish one song and one dance.

Sadly, this assumption was completely meaningless.

Furthermore, Song Shuhang discovered something important—he had no folding fan in his hands.

He wasn't a cultivator of the Confucian School. Although he had always envied the handsomeness of scholars, he had never thought of buying a folding fan to carry around and show off.

That was why one should always carry something capable of helping one show off, just in case of emergencies.

"Does anyone have a folding fan? Could I borrow it?" Song Shuhang called out to the surrounding disciples of the Confucian School. There ought to be someone among the Confucian School's disciples carrying a folding fan, right?

However, just like True Lord Eternal Fire, these Confucian School disciples were all in a 'numb' state, their faces blank and dazed.

"Damn it." Song Shuhang clenched his teeth. Without a folding fan, was he supposed to dance empty-handed?

Rumble, rumble, rumble~~ At this moment, the 'Storm Spell' in the sky had already descended, churning downward.

Song Shuhang had no choice left. He