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 squatted down and picked up one of the pieces of the armor.
Earlier, he saw that the armor was created from a mass of blood. But now, aside from the color, it had absolutely nothing to do with it! This was something akin to alchemy!
Song Shuhang felt that it was rather interesting. Therefore, he asked, "Senior Spirit Butterfly, are these fragments of any use to you?"
"No. After the armor broke, all the strange energy inside dispersed. It lost all its research value," Venerable Spirit Butterfly casually replied.
Song Shuhang played with the piece of the armor in his hands and asked in a melodious voice, "Oh, can I take these fragments then?"
Venerable Spirit Butterfly smiled and said, "Sure."