"Fire Starter Believer? What a strange name. Is it some kind of special church?" Song Qiuying was quite interested in the name Wei Qingzhu had mentioned.
On the Magic Phone, customers could choose to reveal their true identities to others, or hide them and use false information instead. Everyone had the relevant permissions.
So, much of the time, no one actually knew who the other person was or what identity they held.
The person talking with you might be an elder or sect master from some superpower, a god of harmony from the depths of the sea, or even a Shadow Dweller who had never once appeared in Origin Mall...
It was precisely this equal uncertainty that filled countless Origin Mall customers with interest.
"I don't know." Wei Qingzhu shook her head. "Maybe it's an organization. I saw many similar names too, things like 'Praise the Sun,' 'Suffering Disciple,' and 'May the King of Fire's Glory Last Forever.' It seemed like those accounts all knew each other."
"Hmm... They all sound like strange names. Do they have some special meaning?" Lin Wanshuang guessed.
"Maybe." Wei Qingzhu shrugged. "I can't figure out the details either. Oh, right, they even made a community for spreading fire. It seemed to be called 'Brothers, Are You Spreading Fire?' If you two are interested, you can search for it. There might be an explanation inside."
"Eh—They prepared things that thoroughly?" Lin Wanshuang drew out her words.
"Achoo!"
The cold night wind blew over, carrying droplets of damp, icy rain that made Song Qiuying sneeze.
She rubbed her arms and looked up at the sky.
The once-clear night sky was gradually being veiled by dark clouds. The starlight and moonlight had dimmed considerably, while the lights of the distant city looked hazy through the curtain of