"Sister White Dragon, there's no need to worry about that." Song Shuhang coughed lightly and continued, "Even if Sixteen does not have a slot, we can use Senior White's small-black-room-breaking disposable flying sword."
Sixteen turned to look at Sister White Dragon and said, "And if he's going to extract energy, shouldn't he be drawing your energy?"
Song Shuhang nodded in agreement. "Yeah. After all, Sister White Dragon is an actual dragon."
Sister White Dragon fell silent.
She lowered her head to look at Song Shuhang and stared at him for a good while.
In the end, she shook her head gently and sighed. "Sure enough, it's very tiring to communicate with a young man like you who has sharpened his sword for ten years but has never actually used it. You're given opportunities, but you can't grasp them."
I was trying to help you, but you want to stab me with your tentacles in return?!
Song Shuhang: "???"
