Chapitre 1817: Just two similar flowers

Song Shuhang turned his head, and asked, "Me?" 

This was the first time he heard a senior commenting positively on his cultivation talent.

"No... I'm talking about that little green onion." The boy's body swayed with the rocking chair, with him looking behind Song Shuhang before falling in thought.

Song Shuhang couldn't help but gently press his chest. As he had mentally prepared himself for this beforehand, he didn't feel too stifled from this. Moreover, Lady Onion's talent was something that Daoist Priest Scarlet Heaven had already verified.

"Cultivation is too tiring." Lady Onion then nodded, and said, "However, I'll still practice diligently. I actually have a very frightening goal. This goal is very lofty, and I need to have enough strength to achieve it."