However, what was he supposed to do with this thing?
I can't follow the virtuous lamia and hang this around my neck using Senior White's hair, can I?
Song Shuhang couldn't help but look at Senior White's long hair.
Senior White asked, "Do you want some hair too?"
Song Shuhang shook his head. "I'm a man. If I were to hang such a huge diamond around my neck, it'd be too spicy for others' eyes."
"That makes sense." The little Senior White nodded, and continued to enjoy his portion of immortal dishes.
Song Shuhang casually kept the golden diamond ball inside his spatial bracelet.
"By the way, Shuhang, congratulations on reaching the Fifth Stage." The little Senior White suddenly remembered this, and raised his glass to Song Shuhang. "With a golden core, you're no longer a small cultivator."