Butler, butler, why are you here?
The three-eyed young senior pinned down Father Goudan but had an ominous premonition in his heart.
The eyeball butler appeared too abruptly.
The members of the External Assistance Research Group present were either top-tier Immortals or rulers of the Netherworld.
Yet, no one saw how the eyeball butler appeared in front of Song Shuhang and the White Heavenly Dao.
It was as if it had been guarding in front of Song Shuhang and White all along, waiting for the attack to come.
"Is it okay to be blown up?" Father Goudan asked.
—However, thanks to the eyeball butler taking the hit, the ceremony for Song Shuhang and the White Heavenly Dao had entered its final stage.
"It's fine; it's just a matter of being blown up," the three-eyed young senior said softly.
But there was an indescribable complexity in his tone.