Don't praise Shuhang or his ego will skyrocket

When Song Shuhang's consciousness left the Inner World, it was already the beginning of a new day.

The sunlight entered the room through a window and fell on the bed.

The tender shoots of the wooden body stretched out and faced the sun.

"It's dawn." Song Shuhang reached out to grab his phone and unlocked it.

November 22nd, 7:33 a.m.

Song Shuhang said, "I didn't think it was already this late. I need to get up."

His wooden body climbed out of bed. He then grabbed his head and went to the washroom.

Senior White's steel villa was basically the same as a modern villa.

After carefully washing his head, he put it back on the wooden body's neck.

Song Shuhang then followed Senior White's and Sixteen's auras and went downstairs.

When he arrived in the living room on the first floor, he saw that Senior White was writing and drawing on a small blackboard, talking about some of his knowledge on cultivation.