The Head of the Navy Was Naturally a Gossip

To Wu, time was precious, yet not all that precious. In the blink of an eye, Qiao Jie had already been in this modern society for three months.

For those three months, however, he had maintained his shut-in lifestyle. Over the course of more than ninety days, the only living person he had seen was the delivery guy.

Every day, he either hammered away at the keyboard or tapped at his phone. Qiao Jie was gradually getting the hang of his new job. Although working as a navy troll was nowhere near as easy as he had imagined in his previous life, it was still far easier than his former life as a corporate drone—

Especially since he did not need to eat, drink, or sleep in this life.

"This is called taking a vacation. Do you understand what a vacation is? You can live to be eighty, so how long do you have to work before you can take a vacation and go traveling? A cultivator can live for thousands of years. What's wrong with coming out for a stroll once in a while? You think disappearing for a year or two is a long time, but for him, it might be over in the blink of an eye! And the movie company's publicity... Who stops promoting a film right when its popularity is at its peak? Isn't that just throwing money away?"

Qiao Jie was skillfully trading insults with netizens who doubted the existence of the Sword Immortal when, all of a sudden, he froze slightly. Then, with a look of astonishment, he said:

"Sister He! Sister He!"

"What is it, what is it? Are you calling my soul back?" He Yu poked her head out from the corner. Qiao Jie had long since grown accustomed to her