421. Bronze Divine Fruit, Ready to Return
Green Falling Realm, Netherworld.
Song He sat numbly, wanting to cover his ears but unable to, so he could only listen to the endlessly prattling gentlemanly-looking middle-aged scholar beside him.
"Come on, attack! That guy is just a scaredy-cucumber!"
"Hey hey hey, tackle the stele first, don't touch the scrolls!"
"That's not right, lad, you can't do it like this!"
He was like a noisy duck, constantly quacking away, yet the advice he offered Song He was absolutely useful.
Under his guidance, Song He had easily invaded most of Book Mountain and even controlled the spiritual beings seated atop it.
With the pressure drastically reduced, he found the leisure to ask a question.
"Senior, you must be the one who set up this Book Mountain, so why are you guiding me to assimilate it?"
It was a question that puzzled him greatly.