Grandma Always Says: That looks like a Celestial?
Green-Lamp Ancient Buddha: Amitabha. This humble monk knows him. He's in the group too, but he's never said a word.
Gate of Myriad Wonders: I'm afraid it's more than that. I suspect he's never inserted his Crystal Card into a phone. He probably barely uses a phone at all.
Greens and Cocoa: He joined the group video once.
Green-Lamp Ancient Buddha: Indeed.
Gate of Myriad Wonders: That blank space?
Grandma Always Says: What group video? When? Was it the time Qingqing beat up Chen Shu?
Grandma Always Says: /Am I stupid?
Beauty with Eight-Pack Abs: Blank space? I thought it was a system display error—that it had shown one extra separator.
Just Call Me Luo Huai'an: By the way, why are you chatting on your phones when you're sitting at the same table?
Suddenly Shut Up and Stand Still: I was thinking that too. Look at us. We're sitting together, but we're all clutching our phones and typing like mad. It's a little eerie.
Grandma Always Says: What else are we supposed to do? Let him hear us?
Just Call Me Luo Huai'an: Idiot.
Grandma Always Says: /Confused Black Guy face
Grandma Always Says: Say that again, you bastard!
Green-Lamp Ancient Buddha: Amitabha. Benefactor Luo is right. As a Ninth Tier Celestial, he can probably tell we're discussing him in secret just from the way we look at him and how we're acting.
Gate of Myriad Wonders: Besides, Celestials don't care if we discuss them. We could just say it aloud.
Grandma Always Says: /Blah blah blah
"His Majesty arrives..."
The resounding, majestic announcement silenced the great hall at once.
Chen Shu suddenly felt as though he had traveled back in time.
Too bad it hadn't been a eunuch making the announcement.