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For a moment, Senior White Two suspected that the communication channel between him and Song Shuhang had been hacked. Song Shuhang was looking for him just to repair some glass?

"Have you ever seen a sexy ruler of the Netherworld online repairing glass?" Senior White Two asked.

"Who told you I have a boring skill like fixing glass?"

Song Shuhang replied, "Hmm... The hamster said that Senior White has the ability to instantly restore shattered glass."

Senior White Two fell silent.

"Do you believe that I would actually want to kill the two of you right now and then fry you together until you're golden brown?" Senior White Two said. It was clear he was just joking.

"I was just kidding, Senior White," Song Shuhang assured him.

At this point, Song Shuhang's mind entered a state of rapid thought exchange. In this mode, he and Senior White Two could have more extensive conversations within a limited time.

This was one of the advantages of thought communication. They could exchange numerous thoughts in an instant. With enough mental energy, they could make hundreds of exchanges within moments.

Of course, Song Shuhang hadn't contacted Senior White Two just to ask him to repair the glass. He had genuinely sensed danger. From his time as a cultivator until now, Song Shuhang's danger intuition had rarely activated, but it had always been accurate.

This time, his sixth sense was alerting him to an extremely oppressive danger. So, he had reached out to Senior White Two just to be safe.

"Do you want to learn?" Suddenly, Senior White Two's voice echoed in Song Shuhang's mind.

Learn what? Was Senior White Two talking about the glass repair skill?

"Is there really such a convenient skill?" Song Shuhang asked. He was intrigued. Learning a skill like that seemed rather unusual.

"Indeed, the time-type skill 'Time Backtrack.' It can easily restore a mere piece of glass," Senior White Two explained.

Song Shuhang was taken aback. It sounded like a high-level and sophisticated skill. But the name alone made it seem like it wasn't meant for him.

"Do you wish to learn it?" Senior White Two inquired further.

"Can I really learn something like that?" Song Shuhang asked. He was a little incredulous.

Would anyone actually study such an odd spell?

"Yes, after you reach the ninth rank, you'll have the chance to master Time Backtrack," Senior White Two confirmed.

Song Shuhang was amazed. It felt like a distant goal, but it was something to look forward to.

"Very well, I'll arrange an opportunity for you. But be prepared to set up at least nine Tribulation Transcender resurrection arrays once you advance to that stage," Senior White Two added.

Song Shuhang was left speechless once again. Setting up nine resurrection arrays seemed like a daunting task.

"Alright, goodbye. I'm going for a stroll today, so don't contact me again. I'm turning off my phone," Senior White Two informed Song Shuhang.

"Wait, Senior White, I was just joking earlier. I was being cheeky. I'm worried there might be a big disaster on my end!" Song Shuhang quickly added.

"It's fine. I've left a resurrection array for you in the Netherworld Realm. If you die, you'll come back as a glorious demon of the Netherworld Realm. I'm hanging up, till next time," Senior White Two replied casually before ending the conversation.

Song Shuhang sighed and closed the book. He had been playful, and now it seemed he had brought potential trouble upon himself. As he thought, Soft Feather's words came to mind — they were all adults, and they couldn't run away from the consequences of their actions.

Meanwhile, a loud crash was heard outside the window.

Glass shards from the window Song Shuhang had pushed away earlier suddenly fell into the classroom. Fortunately, they didn't harm anyone.

However, the students were still frightened. There was a lot of screaming and panicking. Glass shattering beside them was a terrifying experience.

The teacher had been lecturing with his microphone on. In his shock he had shouted into it and added fuel to the panic.

Tubo jumped to his feet. "What happened? Why did all the glass shatter?"

Gao Moumou quickly gathered his belongings and moved away from the window. "This reminds me of a similar incident in a small district near Jiangnan College Town."

"Let's move away from here first. Is anyone hurt?" Tubo asked.

"We were lucky. The glass shards fell without hurting anyone," a classmate replied.

At the same time, the monster hunter Zhang Xiaofan exposed a rune strip on his shoulder. It acted as a monster detector

Song Shuhang had advised them to maintain a low profile during their mission and avoid drawing attention. So, Zhang Xiaofan tried to remain inconspicuous.

From the students' perspective, they saw Zhang Xiaofan suddenly lift his coat, remove a talisman, and toss it out the window. It all seemed superstitious.

Some students even followed suit. They took out their protective talismans and tossed them out the window.

After releasing the talisman to attack, Zhang Xiaofan discreetly cast a spell. He left an illusory clone behind. Meanwhile, his real body was concealed by an invisibility array as he jumped out of the shattered window.

Outside the window, his two companions had already arrived and formed a formation to receive him. They seemed to be aware of the type of evil they were facing and had a plan to eliminate it.

Song Shuhang didn't directly intervene, but stood by to assist the monster hunters.

As he looked around, he began to gather information in his mind. Simultaneously, his divine sense acted as a radar.

The Evil Wang that had appeared wasn't the source of his 'crisis perception.' In the darkness, an even greater calamity might be lurking.

On the sidelines, Gao Moumou couldn't help but sneak a glance at Song Shuhang. While everyone else was in a state of panic, Song Shuhang had remained calm and composed.

Gao Moumou couldn't help but think about his words: "Could there really be martial arts in this world?"

As he pondered, there was a loud noise from downstairs outside the window. Something had crashed into the crowd where they were.

Judging from the sound, it was something heavy.

Song Shuhang, who was beside him, raised his hand and lightly slapped the ground.

The thing that was thrown over flew back at an even faster speed.

It came quickly and left even faster.

It was so fast that no one could see what had just smashed in through the window.