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...
As Ball Song Shuhang grew more agile, he grew more elusive. He swiftly adapted to Song Shuhang's body after enduring a few blasts. He even learned to use defensive techniques with this body to counter the artillery fire coming from behind.
Both sides chased and countered each other, each employing their respective methods. It didn't take long for them to circle the bald satellite. The 15 cannons belonging to Song Shuhang left neat craters on the satellite's surface. Despite Ball Song Shuhang's ragged appearance, he was still bouncing around.
"This won't do. If this continues, the Fat Ball will become more proficient and my advantage will gradually fade." Song Shuhang pondered.
Although he had taken on the appearance of the fat ball, he was not the genuine article. He lacked the knowledge of certain secret techniques and divine powers. If he couldn't take down his quarry, the tables could turn in no time.