When Song Shuhang and Liu Jianyi sat next to Soft Feather, how short their legs were compared to hers was very apparent.

“After the filming for the last movie... I experienced a lot of things. First, I went back to the forbidden area we found out about in the Chu Family’s secret room, inside which was the ancient Heavenly City’s ‘Palace of Winter’. There we met quite a number interesting monster beasts, and similarly a great number of dangers...” Song Shuhang began explaining what he had experienced in the ‘Palace of Winter’.

The news about the resurrection of the ‘Great Northern Emperor’ was omitted. The emperor was currently into hiding, so the news about his resurrection had to be kept secret to avoid bringing him harm.

Soft Feather listened with great interest, and she wished she could have participated in the ‘Palace of Winter’ adventure together with Song Shuhang. It was a pity that she was stuck consolidating her realm and practicing the ‘flying sword technique’, and missed such an exciting trip.

“Woof.” At this time, Doudou, who was beside Song Shuhang, said, “Song Shuhang, don’t you feel that your legs are especially short? You’re now over 1.8 meters tall, yet your legs are still much shorter than Soft Feather’s.”

Song Shuhang: “...”

What’s up with such a comparison? Why are the legs of a big man like me being compared with those of a cute girl?

In addition, hit people, but don’t hit their face; cut people, but don’t cut their kidneys; expose people, but don’t expose their shortcomings. Doudou, why can’t you understand such a simple thing?

Soft Feather laughed, and said, “Haha, Doudou, Senior Song’s legs would look strange if they were the same as mine. Imagine my legs with Senior Song’s body on top of it, it would be ridiculous.”

Doudou visualized the image in his brain, and then burst into laughter. “Hahaha~”

Song Shuhang lightly patted Doudou, lifted him with one hand, and then pointed his finger at Doudou’s little hind legs. “Doudou, shouldn’t you look at your own legs before talking about the length of other people’s legs?”

“Stupid Shuhang, I’m a puppy. Why are you comparing my legs with those of a human being? We’re of completely different species, what’s the point in comparing? Whose hair is softer and cuter, mine or yours?”

Song Shuhang: “...”

Doudou continued, “But Shuhang, compared to your legs, Liu Jianyi’s legs are—”

While Doudou was in the middle of talking, Liu Jianyi interrupted, “You guys continue chatting, I’ll go smoke a cigarette first.”

Soft Feather curiously asked, “Senior Brother, you smoke?”

For smoking, one would need to spend time to buy cigarettes, and then they would even need to take out the cigarette and light it up.

In addition, when one smoked, they would have to breathe.

For people like Liu Jianyi, who were too lazy to even breathe, smoking was too much trouble.

Liu Jianyi sighed and wanted to say something, but after pausing for a good while, he stooped and said, “I’m too lazy to make excuses. Alright, I get that my legs are short... Doudou, you can continue talking about this topic, but don’t include me in it. Just leave me alone for a while.”

The corner of Doudou’s mouth twitched. It had to be noted that it was quite difficult for a Pekingese to make the corners of its mouth twitch.

Soft Feather asked, “By the way, Senior Song, what do you think about livestreams?”

Song Shuhang responded, “I used to watch livestreams, but most of them were about games.”

“I also do livestreams now. Senior Song, if you have an account, you better follow me. Today, I’m going to start my third livestream.” Soft Feather took out her phone.

Song Shuhang was shocked. “Are you going to broadcast Senior Creation’s concert?”

“Yeah.” Soft Feather nodded.

Song Shuhang took out his mobile phone, entered Soft Feather’s livestream room. “Before the live broadcast, remember to tell your fans that only veterans should stay in front, while those with low combat power should withdraw so as not to get accidentally hurt.”

Soft Feather replied, “Senior Song, don’t worry, I know. I made an announcement early on that the third livestream will be broadcasting Dharma King Creation’s concert. In addition, there are only a few hundred people who follow me, and there shouldn’t be that much of an impact.”

“Only a few hundred people?” Song Shuhang pinched his chin in contemplation—with Soft Feather’s beauty and her overbearing figure, she was only able to get a few hundred fans after two livestreams?

There had to be a conspiracy here.

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At this time, True Monarch Ancient Lake Temple, who was in the row behind him, asked, “When is Fellow Daoist Creation’s concert going to start?”

Soft Feather raised her hand and said, “I know. It’s going to start at four o’clock in the afternoon.”

True Monarch Ancient Lake Temple said, “There’s still quite a bit of time left. Had I known earlier, I would have come later.”

Normally, True Monarch Ancient Lake Temple would have passed the time by silently practicing, but he was soon going to have to ‘listen’ to Dharma King Creation’s singing. How could he possibly have the mood to cultivate?

He felt like he was a death row prisoner who was about to be executed. Him having to die was already horrible, but what was even worse was that he was going to be tormented before he was put to death.

Riverly Purple Mist suggested, “Wanna play some games, perhaps a round of werewolves or something?”

Soft Feather said, “Alright, but I don’t know how to play.”

Liu Jianyi said, “Too troublesome. I’m going to rest, don’t include me.”

Song Shuhang responded, “I’ve only heard of it, and I never got the chance to play it myself, so I’ll watch the game from the side first.”

Doudou remarked, “Count me in.”

True Monarch Ancient Lake Temple replied, “I’ll join as well.”

Great Master Profound Principle: “...”

Silent meditation really was quite a troublesome thing; how was he supposed to play the game without talking? It was a pity that Medicine Master was currently in his inner demon tribulation, so nobody could translate for Great Master Profound Principle.

Like the fellow daoists of the ‘Nine Provinces Number One Group’, the other invited fellow daoists were also idle and bored. As such, they chatted together in groups of two or three, closed their eyes and meditated, or playing with their phones.

Song Shuhang could hear two practitioners, who were to his right in the third row, chatting about a popular game.

Sitting on the left was a young daoist priest, while on the right was a middle-aged buddhist great master.

At this time, the young daoist priest was complaining about the results of the battle he had the day before yesterday. “The day before yesterday, I was in the seventh district, and I had a group of pig teammates who ended up getting me killed. Even if I were God, I couldn’t save the situation. Luckily, we were also faced with a pig teammate that I killed five times in a row. I even recorded everything.”

The great master smiled, and said, “Coincidentally, I also play that game and was at the seventh district. However, I’m still a novice and haven’t played it that much.”

“Great master, you should add me. Next time, I’ll carry you through the game. By the way, do you want to see the video of me killing that guy five times?” While saying that, the young daoist priest took out his phone and played the recording.

The great master moved closer to the daoist priest and the two watched the video together.

After the video started, the young daoist priest said, “If my teammates were a little stronger, or if the other team was all as bad as this ‘Vertical Cloud’ guy, I could have really turned the tide.”

The great master nodded silently.

The young daoist priest said, “Great master, what is your game ID? Since we’re both in the seventh district, we should play together next time.”

The master stretched out his hand and pointed to the ‘Vertical Cloud’ player that was constantly being abused on the screen, and said, “My game ID is Vertical Cloud.”

The young daoist priest’s hand trembled, and his phone almost fell to the ground.

The young daoist priest asked, “This Vertical Cloud?”

The great master gave a loving smile and spat out a word. “It’s fate.”

The young daoist priest almost started crying.

WTF, this is so embarrassing.

The fate of Buddhism truly is scary.

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Riverly Purple Mist took out a deck of cards, and the fellow daoist of ‘Nine Provinces Number One Group’, plus a few fellow daoists, gathered to start the first game of werewolves.

Soft Feather knelt on her seat and turned around to play the game.

Song Shuhang had never played this game, so he simply watched and learned about the rules.

At this moment... his Inner World slightly shook.

It had completed the first phase of its expansion.

Song Shuhang then sank his consciousness into the Inner World.

Since the ‘evil energy of the Netherworld’ was insufficient, the amount it expanded by wasn’t that big. However, there was no need to worry about it. As long as evil energy was provided to it, it would continue to expand.

Moreover, a field had appeared at the edge of the living spring.

It wasn’t a grassland, just a large field.

Song Shuhang thought, Is it for planting things?

Now that he thought about it, he actually had some things that he could grow.

Not long ago, he purchased a batch of spirit plants from the ‘Immortal Farming Sect’, which intended for a medicinal bath. However, he advanced too fast, and later got the more effective ‘demodragon medicine’, so he never got to use those spirit plants. Song Shuhang had even picked some spirit plants and prepared to plant them inside his Inner World.

However, he couldn’t find the time to do so in the end. Moreover, he had never planted a spirit plant before, so did he know how to plant it, either.

Besides the spirit plants, Zheng De of the Immortal Farming Sect had also given him a seed of the ‘Seven Colors Wonder Fruit’, requesting him to notify their sect after he’d killed Young Master Hai so that their hatred could be appeased.

This seed was a treasure. After it was cultivated, it would produce a fruit that could relieve the damage dealt by the heavenly tribulation.

Song Shuhang wondered, “Can these spirit plants be directly planted into the field?”

At this time, the sea turtle appeared beside him.

The sea turtle said, “Is this the extra area that appeared after your world upgraded? It looks like a medicinal field, but if you want to grow something, it would be best to fertilize the field first.”

Song Shuhang asked, “Senior Turtle, why are you here?”

The sea turtle said, “I was sleeping, but I was woken up when your world suddenly shook. Fairy Sixth Cultivator of True Virtue is still forging those magical treasures, so I didn’t disturb her and simply went out to have a stroll.”

Song Shuhang inquired, “Senior, where can I get fertilizer?”

“Heavens, please don’t ask me about that,” said the sea turtle—it couldn’t possibly give its crap to Song Shuhang, right?

The sea turtle then said, “By the way, what are you doing right now? I’m a little bored, and I want to go out for a stroll.”

Song Shuhang replied, “I’m going to listen to Senior Creation’s concert, which should be starting in a short while.”

The sea turtle asked, “Oh? A concert? It’s just singing and dancing, right? Then let me go out and watch with you.”

“Alright, I’ll bring Senior out.” Song Shuhang consciousness then returned.

When his consciousness returned, he saw Soft Feather looking a little restless.

Soft Feather said, “Senior Song, you’ve been staring at my legs for too long. I feel very uncomfortable.”

Song Shuhang: “...”

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