[And the belated leave note]
"'Oh, senior, what a coincidence, you're a reincarnator too.' 'Yes, what a coincidence.' ...Tsk tsk tsk, this predicament of 'all the sect's countless affairs, poured into embarrassment' is simply too... too hilarious!"
Within the illusion, Wang Qi laughed so hard he nearly doubled over. The people around him quickly began looking at him as though he were insane. Only then did Wang Qi remember that there were others beside him. Unlike him, they did not possess this omniscient perspective and could not see every detail within the illusion.
So he stood up, cleared his throat, and said, "Seniors! I believe you all know very well why I gathered you here today. This..." He pointed at Zhen Chanzi beside him. "...is a ring grandpa I picked up when I was little. He is Zhen Chanzi, the last Mahayana of the old era. This ring grandpa is physically disabled but strong in will—pfft, sorry. He clearly has no body; I was being imprecise. Ahem. Though he clearly has no body, he still persisted in doing odd jobs, voluntarily serving as an experimental organism, and saved up enough merit to revive his body. But that was not all. Recently, he saved up another sum of money specifically to film this Mirage Play, displaying the final glory of Mount Luofu Mystic Clarity Palace so that he himself could be remembered—especially the way he got beaten like a dog. Isn't that inspiring?"
With every word Wang Qi spoke, Zhen Chanzi's face darkened further. At this moment, he had already manifested a form: an elderly man clad in a black Daoist robe.
Around them stood a large crowd of virtual figures, some dressed in the Daoist robes of Mount Luofu Mystic Clarity Palace, others in the official and ceremonial robes of