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...
The purple-robed cultivator was truly depressed at the moment. All his battle-type puppets had been blown to pieces. Only the ball-shaped puppet was left, and the sole thing it was good for right now was to play some soccer!
Damn you, Song Shuhang! You'd better not forget about me, because I definitely won't let you off! I'll temporarily leave the ancestral puppet to you, but I'll one day take back what is mine!
After saying this much, the purple-robed cultivator operated the ball-shaped puppet and carefully headed underground, preparing to leave this dangerous place using the Earth Crossing Technique.
But right at this time, Venerable White carelessly stepped on a round component as he was coming out of that hole, losing his balance and falling to the ground...