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...
At Spirit River Su Clan, there was Su Xing Book Pavilion.
The name Book Pavilion might conjure images of a library or a bookstore, both places where Song Shuhang enjoyed spending time. Under normal circumstances, he could find a quiet corner and stay there for quite a while.
But today was different. He had no desire to linger even a moment longer in this Su Xing Book Pavilion.
The situation was too awkward. He didn't want to say anything now. He just wanted to leave as soon as possible.
Just a moment ago, with a sudden snap of his fingers, he had disappeared from Knot's cave abode and was teleported.
"Welcome, Patriarch!" A solemn voice sounded in his ears. "Welcome, Patriarch!"
Before he could react, he heard a series of welcoming voices from men and women, old and young.