Death can be lighter than a feather or heavier than Mount Tai.
And for a top-tier immortal like the Heavenly Emperor, wouldn't it be fitting for his death to explode a few stars? Perhaps even an entire solar system to make a grand spectacle?
It seemed as if Fairy Heavenly Emperor had guessed The White Dragon's thoughts, and she slightly smiled, "Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Golden Dragon. I'm not someone who enjoys destruction; even in a spectacular death, I wouldn't explode any stars."
The White Dragon: "…"
She stretched out her small claw and futilely grabbed at the void, trying to touch her own face to see if she had been infected by Song Shuhang's 'facial subtitles' problem.
Lately, she felt that her thoughts were easily guessed by others—no doubt it was because of the influence from spending too much time with Sixteen and Song Shuhang.
Maybe she should make herself a dragon face mask?
