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...
"Alright, then you must do as I say. I'll pick an auspicious day and find you a good household to marry into, so just wait peacefully to be married off," the three-eyed young senior chuckled heartily.
Tyrant Kindness: "..."
"Master, that joke was so cold I'm starting to freeze up," the eyeball butler muttered quietly.
As soon as it finished speaking, it was impaled to the ground by a casual spear thrown by the three-eyed young senior, and blood spilled all over the place.
The master's temper has been growing worse and worse lately, he'd go straight to physically stabbing it in the heart over trivial things, which is too irritable... This isn't good.
As an excellent butler, it felt it should find a way to adjust the master's state and improve his irritable mood.
[Maybe dietary therapy would help.] The eyeball butler thought to itself, it needed to check what the ruler of the Netherworld could take to make it easier for him to fall asleep.