One day, Song Shuhang was suddenly added to a chat group with many seniors that suffered from chuuni disease. The people inside the group would call each other ‘Fellow Daoist’ and had all different kinds of titles: Palace Master, Cave Lord, True Monarch, Immortal Master, etc. Even the pet of the founder of the group that had run away from home was called ‘monster dog’. They would talk all day about pill refining, exploring ancient ruins, or share their experience on techniques. However, after lurking inside the group for a while, he discovered that not all was what it seemed...
Within the Wealth Throne Space, Song Shuhang, in a state of enlightenment, was like a willow leaf, slowly drifting down. After floating for what seemed like an eternity, he finally neared the ground.
"Old Master, should we catch Fellow Daoist Tyrannical Song?" the eyeball butler asked worriedly.
"He's not a three-year-old child. He won't die from this height. Don't worry about him," Senior Three-Eyed waved his hand dismissively.
The eyeball butler's tentacle stiffened, and he hesitated.
"If you have something to say, say it," the three-eyed senior youth said.
"It's too late, Master," the eyeball butler sighed. As he spoke, he quietly took out his steel umbrella.
Boom!
On the other side, after Song Shuhang landed lightly, he suddenly fell flat on the ground—being in a state of enlightenment, Song Shuhang couldn't stand at all.