On one fine morning, July 20
As the peerless sect masters gather, no common man can bear their presence.
As they strike fear into the hearts of women and men, just as mysteriously they descend and ascend to and forth.
Let us witness what the 'Immortals' talk about, as they try to break down the schackles of mortality.
<Sect Master 1, Sect Master 2 enters the group>
S.M.1 : Oh, boi! What a shit day it has been.
S.M.2 typing...
S.M.1 : Bro, don't even ask...
S.M. 2: Okay.
S.M. 2: So. What happened?
S.M. 1: Knew you would ask anyways. Lol. You always do that. Nothing much. One kid got himself killed. For a "treasure"... You know them, they always go crazy for shit like that.
S.M. 2: Yeah, youngsters...Don't even mention. Good riddance. I bet, some lucky, untalented, random disciple will manage to pick it up. You know, how it goes. Historians (and novel writers) love that shit. Rooting for the no-name guy. Sigh.
S.M. 1: Still itchy down there brother? Did you try the herb I gave you yesterday?
S.M. 2: Yeah. A bit. Thanks, it made it even itchier. Still hurts. 😞 Dunno what to dooooo.
The Drive The Monkey To The Heavens mantra is not helping. Jeezz. Maybe, should try the Itchy Mantis Waiting For A Lunch Brake or something. Anyways. What about you? Did you stratch her with your Limitless Sword?
S. Mistress 3 enters the chat.
S.M. 2: Shit. She is here. Khmm.
S.M. 3: What are you geezers talking about? The sun is out. Weather is good. Get the f*** out of your caves for once.
S.M. 1: Uh-Oh... No comment.
S.M. 2: Bro, at least stand up for yourself. Don't be a sheep.
S.M. 1: Shut up! She is not your wife, but mine.
Yes, honey. I was about to go.
S.M.3: You better. S.M. 2, you are eyesore. I will tell Claudia to keep an eye on you.
S.M.2 exited the chat group.
S.M. 3: Well, that was certainly faster than expected. Hehehehehe.
SM1: You are evil, baby. Very evil.
SM3: How come that you are still here? 🤨We will see each other in the evening, after cultivation right?
SM1 exited the chat group.
SM3: ...