Song Shuhang was startled.
No, that's not true. I didn't do that. Don't make baseless accusations!" he retorted.
At that moment, Song Shuhang found himself in a precarious situation. As a humble Seventh Stage cultivator who had failed to advance to the Eighth Stage, he had no desire to meet an untimely demise.
It was as if Song Shuhang, the Seventh Stage cultivator, had been thrust onto the throne of a wolf pack, facing a group of menacing wolves with green eyes. He had no choice but to raise his head and let out a long howl and attempt to assert his dominance, but deep down, he was filled with trepidation.
Senior White Two, who was observing the scene, couldn't help but cover his face with one hand and gently rub his temples. The audacious and fiery performance by the fat ball was truly unsettling to him.
However, he couldn't deny that it was unexpectedly intriguing.
"It's on fire!" Soft Feather exclaimed, her eyes lighting up.
