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...
Song Shuhang said, "In that case, I'll have to trouble you with my expressions package, Soft Feather."
"Just leave it to me, Senior Song!" Soft Feather patted her big chest, assuring him. "It will be beautiful!"
"Thank you, Soft Feather!"
"You're welcome, Senior Song!"
"However, Soft Feather, could you remove the picture of me in the black skirt? That one is too embarrassing."
"No problem, Senior Song. I will settle it well for you, trust me!"
"Alright, let me say this earnestly once more, I will leave my expressions package to you, Soft Feather!"
"Just leave it to me, Senior Song!"
"Thank you once again, Soft Feather."
"Please don't stand on ceremony, Senior Song!"
For some reason, Song Shuhang eyes started tearing up.
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As they were speaking...
"Look, Senior Song. There's a meteor!" Soft Feather suddenly said. "Three of them even, let's wish upon them. Do you have any wishes, Senior Song?"