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2457 Sneaking Away~

Among those present, Senior White Two was feeling the most conflicted at this moment. He had a lot on his mind, but all those thoughts seemed to be stuck in his throat.

It was very frustrating.

The fat ball, even though it was just a secondary account, left Senior White Two wondering how to assess it in this situation.

“This is karma,” suddenly remarked Song Shuhang.

“Karma?”

Song Shuhang sighed and said, “If it weren’t for the fat ball boss taking my rotten kidney back then…”

“You wouldn’t have a brand new rainbow kidney now,” quickly interjected the sword.

Song Shuhang was speechless.

To be honest, Song Shuhang’s constant feeling of being targeted by the blasted sword was starting to get on his nerves. He wasn’t sympathizing with himself; he felt sorry for Senior Mental Demon Scarlet Heaven Sword.

Song Shuhang quickly performed the Saber Nurturing Technique twenty times with a flick of his finger.

The sword emitted a faint hum in response.

Behind them, Senior White Two chuckled and commented, “Cause and effect, it makes sense.”

Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet mused, “I wonder how much combat prowess is left in the fat ball boss. Will the formidable figure who’s about to initiate the prelude to the battle for the Heavenly Dao be able to contend with it in this onslaught?”

Assuming nothing unexpected occurred, the prelude to the battle for the Heavenly Dao would still commence on Mars, albeit with a last-minute change in contestants.

“Incidentally, Senior Song, Sixteen, Senior White… should we venture to Mars to witness the prelude to the Battle of the Heavenly Dao?” Soft Feather’s eyes gleamed with excitement, eager to move. The first battle for immortality was an epochal event she yearned to witness.

“I’d like to attend as well… Yet, my better judgment suggests caution is warranted at this juncture, prompting me to exit first,” Song Shuhang mused while stroking his chin.

Despite having deceived the fat ball boss, the fact remained: an unsealed fat ball boss was far from ideal. There was no certainty when it would regain its memories. Who’s to say it wouldn’t suddenly recall them and retaliate against Song Shuhang?

Hence, while the fat ball’s clone was absent, seizing the opportunity to depart the ‘speech site’ for Earth was prudent. Song Shuhang intended to don the mask gifted by Su Clan’s Sixteen to shroud his celestial secrets and thwart divination attempts to locate him.

“If Shuhang doesn’t wish to go, who’s interested in attending? I can discreetly lead a team there,” Senior White Two offered.

He held a keen interest in the remaining clone of the fat ball. Song Shuhang’s decaying pseudo-immortal kidney wouldn’t suffice for the fat ball clone to endure the annihilation of the Heavenly Dao. It surely concealed other secrets or opportunities Senior White Two coveted.

Moreover, he contemplated relocating his ‘basic disk’ from the Netherworld Realm. Remaining in the world of the black lotus posed risks.

When the fat ball reigned supreme in the Netherworld Realm, Senior White assigned Senior White Two to stay in the Netherworld Realm and share the authority with the fat ball. However, when the next Wielder of the Will advanced and the subsequent ruler of the Netherworld emerged, Senior White Two couldn’t guarantee his survival.

Even if Song Shuhang or an item on his person became the next Wielder of the Will and bore an emotional connection with him, there was no assurance the next Netherworld ruler wouldn’t forcibly oust him and cause him to vanish.

“Count me in,” Soft Feather chirped enthusiastically.

“I’d like to witness it as well,” Su Clan’s Sixteen concurred after thoughtful consideration.

“Very well, then let’s go,” Senior White Two said while suppressing the Netherworld ruler’s pressure via his projected clone before vanishing into the void with Soft Feather and Su Clan’s Sixteen.

“Wait, Senior White, I’d also like to…” Song Shuhang hastily extended his hand but found himself alone as Senior White, Soft Feather, and Su Clan’s Sixteen had already disappeared.

Song Shuhang let out a long sigh.

“Would you like me to broadcast it for you?” the White Dragon in her compact form asked. She and Su Clan’s Sixteen could share their perceptions, enabling her to relay everything Su Clan’s Sixteen witnessed. This was analogous to Song Shuhang’s ability to transmit via the virtuous lamia.

If Song Shuhang so wished, she could also record Su Clan’s Sixteen’s viewpoint at specific times and clandestinely deliver it through the background.

“Let’s return to the Inner World first,” Song Shuhang decided. He removed the mask from his face and transferred it to his hand.

He lightly placed the mask on, and the effects of this divine artifact cloaked both his physical form and primordial spirit.

The mask proved invaluable. It preserved Song Shuhang’s secrets and obscured his facial expressions.

In the Inner World, along the periphery of the living spring, upon witnessing Song Shuhang’s return, Lady Onion promptly reverted to her onion form and inserted the enlightenment stone into Senior Turtle’s shell.

Lady Onion rarely revealed her human form in Song Shuhang’s presence to forestall any romantic inclinations he might develop.

“Hello, Sister Golden Dragon, you’re back,” Pavilion Master Chu greeted the White Dragon on Song Shuhang’s shoulder, her countenance radiant.

The White Dragon was at a loss for words as she interpreted Pavilion Master Chu’s words as an eternal sisterhood pledge.

“Shuhang, Sixteen may need to enter seclusion for a while. Your Inner World boasts an abundance of spiritual energy. It is an ideal place for her to seclude herself. Can you designate a suitable location within the Inner World for her isolation?” the White Dragon requested.

Furthermore, Su Clan’s Sixteen had a matter to discuss with Song Shuhang. Originally, she had intended to broach it during the Su Clan’s annual gathering, but Song Shuhang’s sudden relocation to the Heavenly Tribulation Realm disrupted her plans.

“No problem,” Song Shuhang consented.

“Hehehe,” the White Dragon turned to Pavilion Master Chu. “Fairy Chu, let’s engage in a profound conversation for the time being.”

“You’re most welcome,” Pavilion Master Chu responded with an enchanting smile.

Song Shuhang sighed inwardly while slipping away with all his accessories. Suddenly, he recalled Su Clan’s Sixteen had a ‘Sage Sealed Wooden Saber’ used for coordinates!

He adjusted his mask and donned the magical treasure crafted by Senior White Two to conceal his ‘Sage Number.’

Having made the necessary preparations, Song Shuhang stealthily opened a small gateway to the Inner World.

In the next instant, his head emerged from Su Clan’s Sixteen’s chest.

Soft Feather playfully winked at him from the side.