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...
A mature steward would never speak easily of giving up.
"Master, you can edit out some inconvenient private memories from your own memory, or even mix truth with falsehood by altering some scenes in your memories. After all, we just need a huge 'memory' as a wager," the eyeball butler added.
It had already faintly sensed that its master was considering the suggestion.
With a little more covert encouragement, the deal would be sealed!
The three-eyed young senior crossed his arms and propped his chin, falling into deep thought.
Tyrant Kindness, Tyrannical Song's Self Corpse, the eyeball butler, and the Gambling Demon Emperor all watched the three-eyed youth expectantly, waiting for his decision.
"Perhaps, I have something here that can serve as the object of this wager," the three-eyed young senior said after a moment of thought, presenting an answer that surprised everyone.
After all this time, the three-eyed sovereign wasn't planning to use his own Memory Bank?