2378 The Final Time

The familiar tone and welcoming presence were unmistakable.

"Senior White?" Song Shuhang ventured to ask.

"Headache." Senior White, who had just taken form, rubbed his temples. "Though it's quite intriguing, I'm on a tight schedule."

Song Shuhang looked puzzled.

"It's Senior White from our world!" exclaimed Black-skinned Soft Feather, elated.

Meanwhile, the hilt of the sword transformed into an extended arm and lightly struck the surface of the stone tablet.

"What are you doing?" protested Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet.

"The Great Monument Breaking Hand just touched your monument," chuckled the sword. Its actions were fitting for a Heart Demon, known for its immense power. Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet, despite lacking a face, had multiple tablet surfaces to contend with and made it a rather troublesome opponent.

Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet was left speechless.

He was now certain that the sword was indeed a heart demon.