Early the next morning, Chen Hao boarded the helicopter piloted by Fang Ying and headed toward the urban area of Yunjiang Province.
Not long after they took off and left the Mountain Range, his phone regained its signal.
The moment it connected, WeChat notifications came pouring in. It took more than ten minutes for Chen Hao's phone to finally catch up.
Beside him, Qin Yumo immediately teased, "How many sales groups did you join? That's a lot of messages."
Chen Hao checked somewhat sheepishly and discovered that they were all from those ridiculous immortals.
Supreme Lord Lao had left a message: "Fellow immortal Little Charlatan, where have you gone? I've sent you so many messages, and you haven't answered. I'm completely out of cigarettes! The group is full of immortals kicking up a fuss over their nicotine cravings. They're all threatening to tear down my old heavenly shop. Hurry and send me more stock. This is an emergency!"
The God of Wealth had left a message: "Fellow immortal Little Charlatan, where have you gone? I've sent you so many messages, and you haven't answered. My cola supply has completely dried up. Red Boy brings a whole pack of little brats to the God of Wealth's Store every day to fuck around. Whenever they feel like it, they spit out a couple of blasts of samadhi true fire to let off steam. They've already burned off a good chunk of my eyebrows! I really can't take it anymore. Hurry and send me more stock."
Red Boy had left a message: "Fellow immortal Little Charlatan, where have you gone? I've sent you so many messages, and you haven't answered. Got any new games? I'm bored of all the ones you gave me. Hurry and send me some new ones, or we'll have