The scene was awkward beyond measure.
It was a subtle silence somewhere between "Are our eyes playing tricks on us?" and "Am I still half asleep?"
Song Chi remained standing with his hands behind his back, his white hair hanging to his waist. The black energy around him was still diligently billowing out, utterly unaware of how badly its master wanted to die right now.
Song Chi swallowed.
He was just about to try again, even if all he could borrow was a pair of underpants, when-
Three figures descended from the sky and stood in midair.
The man in the lead wore blue robes and carried a sword on his back. His brows knotted into deep furrows as he looked down at the naked, white-haired figure beside the crater.
"What manner of fiend are you, daring to run wild on our Heavenly Balance Sect's territory!"
His voice boomed, full of imposing force.
The two behind him likewise looked as though they faced a formidable enemy.
Song Chi looked up.
He couldn't see through them.
He couldn't discern the cultivation of any of these three.
But his expression didn't budge.
Not only did it not budge, he even turned his face slightly, letting his white hair fall more naturally.
"Gentlemen, you've misunderstood."
"I am no fiend, nor am I a demonic cultivator."
The leader stared at the black energy churning around him, his expression darkening further.
"With Demonic Energy clinging to you like that, you still dare quibble?"
Song Chi looked down at the black energy pouring relentlessly from his body and fell silent for a moment.
"This is... trouble acclimatizing."
He raised his head, his gaze sincere.
"Once I've had some time to adjust, it will fade on its own."
The three True Immortals: "..."
The onlookers: "..."
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