Cultivation Chat Group
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...
Come and fight me
"I'm the one who drove you guys here." The uncle wiped his face, and the aura emanating from him changed into that of a refined gentleman.
"It's you!" Song Shuhang once again linked the man in front of him to the blurred figure in his memory.
"You don't have to worry. You've already helped the scholarly faction a great deal; we owe you for all the help that you have provided us." The uncle stretched out his hand and gave Song Shuhang a volume of the ❮Writing of the Sage❯.
This was a scripture written by the Scholarly Sage when he was still alive.
Song Shuhang still felt worried. "The Heavenly Emperor has companions. I'm afraid that none of them are going to be weak. Are you sure you're going to be alright, uncle?"
The driver uncle smiled and said, "Don't worry, I also have a companion."
Then, another figure emerged from the crowd.