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...
What a terrible situation. Even with his powerful memory, he had been able to memorize only one-third of the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯!
Such being the case, he would fail the test again once the five minutes had passed... now then, was the paper with the complete version of the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ that Su Wenqu had left on the table next to him still there?
What would he do if Su Wenqu's test paper had disappeared?
Would he be stuck in this place forever?
That would be truly scary!
But right at this time, that dignified echoed once again. "Write down from memory the complete version of the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯. You have five minutes of time."
At the same time, an extra blank paper appeared on his table. The old test paper was folded and moved to one corner of the table so as to avoid causing him trouble while he was writing the text again.