Logan Carter chuckled and said, “I knew it. No matter how much someone tries to fit into modern society, no one would ever choose a Daoist name like ‘Too Much Pressure from Books’.”

　　Henry Clark continued to send a string of cold sweat emojis.

　　Then he hurriedly operated his phone, re-adding his friend’s daughter to the group.

　　Group notification: ‘Lingdie Island Olivia Bennett’ has joined the Jiuzhou Group One.

　　Now that’s a name that fits the style of Jiuzhou Group One—a strong wave of xianxia vibes hits you right away. That “Too Much Pressure from Books” name was definitely some weird intruder.

　　As soon as the newcomer joined, Blake Miller immediately popped up: “Yo, the new fellow Daoist is a fairy! Show us a pic, give us your measurements! If you’re pretty, wanna hang out?”

　　Blake Miller had been lurking for a long time—though he’s supposedly like a goldfish, his memory is at least a bit longer than three seconds. He’d already been warned yesterday, so to avoid offending any senior, he was extra cautious today, quietly observing.

　　Hearing from Henry Clark that the new fairy was his friend’s daughter, and her cultivation was third-rank acquired, Blake Miller felt relieved. Not a “senior” level figure, so he could flirt a bit and have some fun.

　　There were rarely any newcomers in this group, and he’d been holding back for a long time.

　　As soon as Sanlang spoke, Henry Clark’s face turned black.

　　“……” Lingdie Island Olivia Bennett typed a string of colons, then quietly sent another message: “Since it’s getting late, this old man’s daughter is already meditating and practicing as scheduled. For now, this number is being idled by this old man, waiting for Mr. Clark to add her to the group. Ahem… I’ve long heard that in the Jiuzhou group, Daoist Sanlang is charming and eloquent. Seeing is believing. Daoist Sanlang, I appreciate you—let me treat you to a drink sometime.”

　　Blake Miller was instantly mortified. Trying to flirt with a girl only to run into her dad—there’s nothing more embarrassing in the world. He wished he could crawl into a hole.

　　Luckily, this senior seemed easygoing, brushing off the matter with a light remark.

　　Next, this senior greeted everyone online in the group, asking them to look after his daughter in the future. Then, he went back to lurking.

　　Seeing the senior leave, Blake Miller breathed a sigh of relief and said cheerfully, “Phew, looks like this senior can take a joke. Maybe I’ll get a chance to chat with Olivia Bennett herself later.”

　　“……” Henry Clark.

　　“……” Logan Carter.

　　Pharmacist rarely spoke up. He was a man of few words, hardly ever saying anything, but this time he managed four characters: “You’re on your own.”

　　“?” Sanlang was puzzled.

　　But the taciturn Pharmacist clearly wasn’t going to explain further.

　　“Look at the prefix of the newcomer’s Daoist name,” Logan Carter explained. If you don’t court disaster, you won’t die—why does Sanlang never get this?

　　“Prefix? Lingdie Island?” Blake Miller still didn’t get it.

　　“Yes, Lingdie Island! And she’s a senior. Haven’t you figured out who it is?” Logan Carter hinted.

　　After a while, Blake Miller suddenly realized, and sent a string of “kneeling” emojis in the group: “Is it that nitpicking Lucas Bennett?”

　　Lucas Bennett was a powerful senior. He was great in every way—upright and chivalrous… except he loved to nitpick over every little thing. He had reached the pinnacle of pettiness. Others might be nitpicky, but he was downright needly!

　　Logan Carter was so exasperated his mouth twitched: “I never reminded you like that!”

　　Henry Clark sighed, unable to watch any longer: “Sanlang, my old friend is just idling, not offline yet.”

　　In other words… the chat log could be seen.

　　No, it definitely would be seen!

　　Henry Clark really couldn’t watch Sanlang keep digging his own grave—after all, he was a junior in his group.

　　“Crap, I’m doomed.” Blake Miller felt like he could see his future: Lingdie Immortal Venerable showing up at his door and tormenting him in all sorts of ways. His eyes grew moist again—had he gotten himself into even bigger trouble with an even scarier senior this time?

　　Sanlang immediately wailed, “True Lord, please plead for me!”

　　Henry Clark replied with a cold, indifferent back-facing emoji.

　　No one in the group paid any more attention to Sanlang’s defeated howls, calmly changing the subject.

　　Logan Carter asked the group owner, “True Lord, what should we do about ‘Too Much Pressure from Books’?”

　　Adam Foster said, “Kick them out? After all, they’re just an ordinary person—not really suitable for our conversations.”

　　“Ahem, since I accidentally added them, I suppose it’s fate. Let me do a divination and see how to handle it,” Henry Clark replied—mainly because he’d just added the person to the group, and kicking them out right away would make him look bad.

　　So at least do a divination as a pretense, use it as an excuse, and then kick the person out.

　　That way, he’d look more dignified and impressive.

　　Also, he’d recently become interested in divination, had been studying it for a month or so, and was itching to practice. Whatever he did, he liked to do a divination first.

　　With that, he picked up a copy of “Tang Poems and Song Lyrics” at hand to do the divination, flipping through it and using secret divination techniques. A mysterious force drew out a line of poetry, forming a hexagram.

　　This divination went extremely smoothly. Since learning the art, it was the first time Henry Clark had ever felt so in tune!