Song Shuhang turned his head calmly, and glanced at the two fairies and the ensemble of Holy Apes behind him. As he had already prepared himself for this beforehand, no matter how much the image of the two fairies changed, he was able to remain calm.
On the contrary, Senior Loose Immortal Xiaoyao felt as if something had gotten stuck in his throat, letting out a strange sound. From this sound, Song Shuhang could hear Senior Xiaoyao's heartache and shattered dreams.
As such, he felt satisfied.
This was the effect he wanted. Such great things could not be limited to one person alone—they had to be shared with many!
After a long while, Senior Loose Immortal Xiaoyao said, "Fellow Daoist Tyrannical Song... I will give you the first-grade prize now."
"Senior." Song Shuhang stretched out his hand, and said, "Can we discuss whether or not the first-grade prize can be replaced by something mundane? To be honest, I am very much fine with normal things."