Fellow Daoists,

This ancestor had a wonderful, wonderful laugh today.

He will be sharing it with you all, in hopes it will brighten your own day.

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A little junior of our Divine Heaven Sect ran up to the entrance of my seclusion chamber.

He was no older than five, this ancestor assumes. He still smelled of his mother's milk!

But he was wearing a large black bedsheet over himself, pretending to be the young master of the Demonic Underworld Sect.

The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement.

He was even pretending to leave a perilous point-five-spirit-star review on my scriptures!

Ah youth, this ancestor remembers such an age of innocent silliness.

What he yelled was so hilarious, this ancestor even wrote it down! Here is what he said:

"Be warned. Do not read, it is a waste of time. There aren't any chapters in this novel, instead there are two three lines of wasted reading effort per chapter. It's supposed to be a satire take on Xianxia that tries to be funny, yet the incredibly short chapters ruins the novel. The idea seemed great, yet i am truly disappointed."

After shouting, he began running away. Sadly, he tripped on the ground and began crying for a number of minutes.

Luckily, his mother ran by to pick him up.

I hope this experience will brighten your own days! How joyous it is to be so young, free from the struggles of life!