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...
"An interesting fellow?" Song Shuhang glanced at the sea urchin warriors beneath and couldn't spot any difference between them.
"The second sea urchin warrior from the right side isn't a living creature... but a puppet!" Scholar Xian Gong took out his big tobacco pipe and puffed out some white smoke; he was no longer concealing his presence.
The approaching enemy wasn't that demodragon from the Netherworld Realm. Therefore, there was no need for him to hide. The strength of these sea urchin warriors wasn't too high, and he could easily take care of them.
"A puppet?" Song Shuhang stared at that particular sea urchin warrior for quite some time but all of them were clad in black clothes with only their eyes visible. How was he supposed to tell the difference between them?
"I'll head down and take care of these sea urchin warriors. I can't allow them to ruin the traps I arranged," Scholar Xian Gong said.