Time passed peacefully, day by day. Before long, December was nearly upon them.
When Chen Shouyi got up early one morning, he saw that heavy snow was falling outside. The ground was blanketed in white, as if wrapped in a thick layer of cream. Without him realizing it, the bitter winter had arrived.
After washing up, he went downstairs. Chen Xingyue came down not long afterward.
"Brother, look at all that snow!" she said excitedly.
Chen Shouyi ate his porridge while reading the newspaper, and answered absentmindedly, "Mm." He saw snow every day in the snowy mountains of the other world and had long since grown tired of it.
"Yesterday, the principal asked me to invite you to the school's New Year's performance. Will you go?" Chen Xingyue asked.
"No," Chen Shouyi said.
"Then I'll tell the principal." Chen Xingyue had expected that reaction from her brother and wasn't surprised in the least.
Setting aside his formidable strength, her brother was basically a shut-in. Apart from cultivating, he had little else to do each day. Invitations piled up at home like a mountain, and she had never seen him attend a single one.
Just then, the phone rang.
Chen Shouyi got up and answered it. "This is Chen Shouyi."
"This is the president."
"Hello, Mr. President." Chen Shouyi hurriedly replied, "What can I do for you?"
"Regarding the cult issue you reported last time, our investigation has found that the infiltration is rather serious. There are similar temples all over the country, so I'd like to ask you to make a trip to Southeast Asia..."
Chen Shouyi listened for a while, then said, "All right, no problem. Send me the details. By the way, do you want me to take the god out?"
The other end fell silent for a