My name is Lin Yue, and I'm slacking off at the Immortal Ceremony. I can't help it; that white-bearded old man in front of me, the sect leader of our Qingyun Sect, has been rambling on and on for almost an hour. As an undercover agent sent by the Demonic Sect, listening to him recite sect rules among hundreds of righteous disciples is honestly worse than death for me. On the surface, I'm standing ramrod straight, my eyes pious, looking like a dutiful disciple saying, "Sect Leader, you're absolutely right." Actually… [Damn, is this old man wearing a megaphone on his head? It's so annoying! And that hat of his, it's crooked! Ugh, this is giving me OCD trouble.]
The Illegitimate Son Is Back, So I, the Legitimate Heir, Am Giving Up