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At this time, inside Song Shuhang's body, his consciousness was rushing toward the fourth small dantian.

As long as I run fast enough, death can only eat dust!

"The pseudo-dragon-pearl in the fourth small dantian belongs to Senior White Two." Song Shuhang rubbed its hands together, preparing to use the ❮Saber-Nurturing Technique❯ with both.

Every time he used the ❮Saber-Nurturing Technique❯, the "love" that Song Shuhang infused into it was different. After all, he loved Sixteen, Senior White, and Sister White Dragon in different ways.

"Senior White Two, accept my love!" Song Shuhang's consciousness shouted as he rushed into the fourth dantian.

"Scram!" Senior White Two's angry voice sounded.

Song Shuhang's spiritual body was sent flying out of the fourth small dantian, a bewildered expression on its face.

He sat at the entrance of the fourth dantian, scratching his head in confusion.