There were twenty-one people. Even if not everyone spoke, a few words from some of them were enough to keep things lively for quite a while.
After all, it had been a long time since they had all gathered together. They had things to say; they could hardly keep their mouths shut.
After a while, Meng Qi spoke up and asked Meng Chuan about the matter at hand.
"Great Emperor, why did you bring us here? What exactly does this place have to do with the Chat Group?"
At that, everyone fell silent. All eyes turned to Meng Chuan as they waited for his answer.
Meng Chuan gazed out across the Infinite Illusory World, boundless and without end, and said:
"Take a guess."
"..." Meng Qi's face darkened. He wanted to punch Meng Chuan.
Guess, my ass.
"The truth and true nature of the Chat Group..." Meng Chuan paused, then smiled.
"Haven't you already seen them?"
"What have we seen?" Lu Mingfei asked, puzzled.
"Great Emperor, you mean..." Someone else caught on.
"This Infinite Illusory World is the truth and true nature of the Chat Group?"
Meng Chuan nodded. "That's right. It's exactly what you're thinking."
"The Chat Group is only its outward form. I discovered that long ago and told you about it. I'm sure you remember."
Everyone nodded. Of course they remembered.
The Chat Group was a chat group, but it was not merely the kind of chat group they had taken it for.
Its outward form reflected its true nature in some ways, but in others, the two bore not the slightest resemblance.
"And the true nature concealed behind that outward form is this Infinite Illusory World."
"The Chat Group... is a world that doesn't exist..." Meng Qi narrowed his eyes, shaken.
"Isn't the gulf between the