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...
Senior White two: "..."
At this moment, he really wanted to give the white horse a kick.
What do you think my thigh is? Always coveting it?
If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't affix my thigh back on, I wouldn't give you the chance to covet it.
The white horse blinked at White two and drew something in the vacuum with its hoof.
It wasn't writing in the ancient or remote language, but a script known only to it and White two, a script unique to the Heavenly Will White.
Those around had no idea what it was writing.
Netherly White's gaze passed through the golden thigh and glanced over that line of text.
A moment later...
"I'll borrow it!" Senior White two's voice sounded like he was gritting his teeth—he felt like he had been utterly consumed by 'Heavenly Will White' in his life.
Even though they were two different entities extended from the same 'main body,' why was it always him taking the loss?