How long am I going to stay in this urn?
At this time, there was nothing Song Shuhang could do.
Aside from waiting, the only thing he could do was pray.
"Senior White, Senior White Two, please bless me. Let me leave early." Song Shuhang sincerely sent prayers with his consciousness.
I don't want to stay in this urn for thousands, or maybe tens of thousands, of years.
He had only been here for one day and it already felt too long. He could not imagine living there for a thousand years.
In the future, when he really became a big shot, he might consider closing up for a hundred or a thousand years, but he had yet to reach that level.
After some prayers, Song Shuhang began moving around in the urn.
He began studying the bone of eternity, and although he could not understand its structure, he could feel its surface with his consciousness.
