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...
July 27th, Saturday. Light rain.
On the windowsill, Yu Jiaojiao was already sleeping. Due to the rainy weather, the air was especially moist, allowing her to sleep very soundly.
Today's dao name was Path-seeking Scholar.
Right at this time, Song Shuhang fiercely woke up from his dream.
He quickly shot a glance at this left hand and saw that he was holding his size-reducing purse.
All of Song Shuhang's magical treasures and talismans were stored inside his size-reducing purse. Therefore, Song Shuhang always kept it close at hand even while he was sleeping.
With that, if something unexpected were to happen, he could immediately take his treasured saber Broken Tyrant out of the purse, as well as talismans and medicinal pills, to promptly enter into battle mode.
At this time, he was tightly holding the size-reducing purse with one hand, while the other was full with several glistening things.
They were spirit beast crystals!