Within the Wealth Throne Space, Song Shuhang, in a state of enlightenment, was like a willow leaf, slowly drifting down. After floating for what seemed like an eternity, he finally neared the ground.
"Old Master, should we catch Fellow Daoist Tyrannical Song?" the eyeball butler asked worriedly.
"He's not a three-year-old child. He won't die from this height. Don't worry about him," Senior Three-Eyed waved his hand dismissively.
The eyeball butler's tentacle stiffened, and he hesitated.
"If you have something to say, say it," the three-eyed senior youth said.
"It's too late, Master," the eyeball butler sighed. As he spoke, he quietly took out his steel umbrella.
Boom!
On the other side, after Song Shuhang landed lightly, he suddenly fell flat on the ground—being in a state of enlightenment, Song Shuhang couldn't stand at all.
