With this sigh, his gaze returned to the message posted on his behalf by a "kind-hearted person".
He wanted to delete the message, but then glanced at the comments with the most likes.
As expected, those people greeted him and his ancestors with enthusiasm, kindness, and gentleness.
Her mouth was so foul, as if her lips were coated with honey, that reading it made him feel terrible.
What else could he say? He was grateful that the Spirit Network wouldn't display his address and that he had the ability to conceal his fate, so he wouldn't be killed offline.
"I am truly innocent, so innocent! I feel even more wronged than Dou E."
"It's all because of Bai Xiaosheng! He's the real culprit. I'm just an ordinary old man."
To be fair, they are both divination-type heroic spirits, both have had a great influence in their respective worlds, and both have a group of enemies.
The fortune teller felt that he and the divine calculation element that had recently descended and was being hunted down by the Liu royal family should have some common topics.
He was even worse off than the Divine Calculator, who had turned evil and chosen to take revenge on society, wanting the world to explode along with him.
What about him? He had no ill intentions whatsoever, and he did as many good deeds as possible while he was alive.
His illustrious reputation was entirely ruined by Bai Xiaosheng.
"You despicable Bai Xiaosheng, if you've got the guts, let's have a one-on-one fight! Even if I can't beat you, I'll still splatter your blood all over you!"
"Oh dear, I feel like someone is talking about me. Maybe it's just my imagination?"
"Indeed, it's probably just a misperception. After all, I think people who know you are more likely to be cursing at you than nagging you."
Two people were sitting together drinking tea, one of whom was being talked about, and the other was an ordinary-looking old man.
Bai Yi also came here out of curiosity, following the connection between the heroic spirits. At that time, he was still using a manuscript overlay.
However, Old Han recognized him at a glance as someone he knew.
"Don't say that, old man. I don't have that many enemies, do I?"
"You don't have many living enemies, but you have quite a few dead ones."
Old Han glanced at the young man opposite him. As a man of many knowledges, he wanted to list all of Han Feiyu's crimes... but by now, the list was too long to count.
"That's true. I generally don't hold grudges. It's better to resolve conflicts than to let them fester. Any grudges are settled on the spot."
It's still the truth; his greatest virtue is honesty.
"Master, you're here! And who's this person over there?"
A voice appeared during their conversation; Old Han's spirit messenger had arrived at that moment.
"Hey, hello young man, I'm your senior brother, just an ordinary storyteller."
"Oh, it's you! Grandpa's mentioned it to me several times. Well, I didn't prepare any gift. How about we have some cake together?"
"It's great, I like it."
Unaware that the person on the other side was none other than Bai Xiaosheng, who had caused a huge stir on the internet recently, this young man genuinely believed that his senior brother was just a heroic spirit who had not left his name in history.
"Oh, right, senior brother, Master said you're a modern storyteller. Do you know Bai Xiaosheng? What skills does he have?"
"Bai Xiaosheng? I'd say I'm quite familiar with him, I know him pretty well."
As for the new school of storytellers, whether they employ appropriation or fiction, I have some knowledge of it.
"Really? You're from that era too? Can I ask how the Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion was killed back then?"
"..."
Throughout the entire conversation, Old Han simply watched from the sidelines, then smiled without saying a word.
He successfully misled others while speaking the absolute truth—a familiar feeling indeed.
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