I was naive too. Even though I knew Tyrant Song was the main server of the "cultivation chat" function, I still believed the nonsense that a ☆-level VIP could block Tyrant Song.
He was the one who set the rules. On his turf, what could you possibly use to fight him?
Everything Can Be Sold looked up at the sky, unwilling to speak.
--In fact, when he used his VIP privilege to "Block Tyrant Song for Seven Days," Everything Can Be Sold had already vaguely guessed that this might happen.
That was precisely why, when Song Shuhang used "Prickly Little Squirrel," the system sprite, to contact him, he immediately guessed Tyrant Song's true identity.
It was just that sometimes, even when people clearly knew the outcome and the ultimate possibility of something, they would still cling to some miraculous hope that favored them.
It was under the influence of that hopeful delusion that Everything Can Be Sold used his privilege to try blocking Tyrant Song—what if, just what if, it actually worked? Right?
Even if the hope was incredibly slim, it didn't cost anything anyway. Why not give it a try?
[System Message—Prickly Little Squirrel: It looks like you understand me very well, Senior Everything Can Be Sold! Even this disguise of mine couldn't fool you. As expected, the two of us have the potential to become bosom friends.]
"Your mother called you home for dinner." Everything Can Be Sold replied coldly.
[System Message—Prickly Little Squirrel: Senior, I'm an Eighth-Grade Profound Sage, after all. I reached the grain-avoidance stage long ago. Besides, my mother is perfectly fine in the Confucian School world right now. She wouldn't call me home for dinner for no reason...]
Everything Can Be Sold: "..."
Far away, at the other end of