Ding ding ding!
"Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient path, the fragrant grass stretches endlessly."
A woman's voice sounded.
—It's the phone ringtone!
A black phone was placed on the table.
The phone screen lit up.
Shen Ye suddenly appeared on the screen, waving at the camera.
"Esteemed 'King'."
He seemed to have specially styled himself, appearing very affable, his clothes a vibrant mix, looking quite flashy.
—He could even take the stage as a concert singer.
"As you watch this video, I'm in the Dream World, preparing to complete the trial and become a Saint."
He held that blade like a microphone.
He continued speaking passionately:
"Some Saints want to persuade me to give up."
"But when I think of the Saint-making Technique given by you, I feel so excited, so warm, and so grateful!"
"Thank you so much!"
He waved.
Virtual applause burst forth again and again.
When the applause subsided, he grasped the blade, speaking to the handle:
