The mature and seasoned Ms. Wan, who cooks delicious food;
The mad demon, Uncle Tai;
Xiao Qi, who likes slacking off and playing video games;
A boy lying in a transparent box, deprived of emotions;
The neighborly virtual Songstress full of youthful energy, singing with peculiar effects;
And, uh, a crystal butt plug... let's not dwell on that, it's easy to encourage Demon Thoughts, let's skip that, skip it.
Scene after scene, moment after moment, each one;
Wang Jixuan's Dao Heart suddenly calmed down.
He found himself entering a particularly mysterious state, as if observing his body parts from a third-person perspective, with all his sensory organs regaining perception.
He seemed to see another version of himself.
No other soul, nor any Heart Demon was at play.
It was just himself;
The self that was obsessed with becoming immortal;
The self that attempted to taste the mundane world and started falling for it;