Nine hundred years ago, on the day when Chu Hui ascended to the throne, the Emperor of Heaven who greeted him stroked his beard and said meaningfully to him that he had earthly connections.
Chu Huichao was shocked: "Is it my fate?"
The Emperor of Heaven shook his head: "No, but as it relates to you, I think it is an obsession that the close person has not let go of. It would be better to resolve it."
Chu Huichao: "Will it affect my ranking in the Immortal Class?"
Emperor of Heaven: "... Well, that won't happen."
Chu Huichao: "Oh, that's none of my business."
Emperor of Heaven: "..."
Chu Huichao happily became the flower god in heaven. He only had to play a song every season to make the flowers bloom in the world. It was so satisfying.
Time flies like an arrow, and the stars change over nine hundred years, and the world changes.
The Emperor of Heaven found Chu Huichao again and said sincerely: "The world is in crisis, and we need you to come down to earth and take action!"
Chu Huichao, who had not seen the human world for nine hundred years, agreed without saying a word, and finally asked: "What should I prepare for this coming to earth? Cars and horses? Silver coins?"
Emperor Tian: "... No, they use Alipay."
Chu Huichao: "???"
It doesn't matter if he descends to the mortal world, it doesn't matter if he can't understand the current world...
Chu Huichao stared at the man opposite him who was extremely familiar but could not name him and fell into deep thought.
Finally he asked: "Have we met somewhere?"
The man sneered: "I've never seen him before, I'm just a public face."
Chu Huichao: "..."
What a handsome public face.
The ruthless and approachable master is attacked by the infatuated, sinister and paranoid apprentice
Intention: Master, do you still remember me?