"Connecting..."
"Connecting..."
The murmuring vanished, replaced by the words "Connecting..." over and over. Meng Chuan was baffled.
What was going on?
What was it connecting to? Why was it taking so long? Was there no signal or what?
The Sacred Ruins Great World didn't look like it had internet access.
Meng Chuan waited quietly to see what it would connect to.
Yet his intuition, his deductions, and his divine senses all seemed to give him the same answer.
Whatever was connecting appeared to be harmless to him.
Meng Chuan did not have to wait long. The connection succeeded soon after it began.
"Chat Group connected successfully."
Meng Chuan froze at the announcement.
Was this Chat Group the kind of Chat Group I'm thinking of? A transmigrator's Golden Finger?
But I'm almost an Immortal Emperor. Isn't this Golden Finger arriving a little late?
Muttering in surprise, Meng Chuan summoned the Chat Panel as though he had always known how.
"Huh? Why am I so good at this?"
He was puzzled, but immediately cast that tiny doubt aside.
He had seen the names, the profile pictures, and the messages appearing one after another in the group.
Meng Chuan went still.
Meng Qi, The Ancient One, Zhang Sanfeng, Daigu Madoka, Lu Mingfei, Bibi Dong.
Yao Chen, Dugu Baitian, Fei Peng, Yan Chixia, Klein Moretti, Han Xiao.
Luo Feng, Zixia, Yang Jian, Jiraiya, Wang Lin, Han Li, Zhong Yue, Ji Ning.
He knew them all. They were people from stories he had known before transmigrating. But the moment he saw them, it dawned on him.
They were familiar to him not merely because he had read their stories. He knew them personally.
Memories surged like a tide. Every detail of the Chat Group rose in Meng Chuan's mind.
Joining the Chat Group a hundred