"Ding! 'I don't want to be Zhao Gao' has joined the chat group."
"Ding! Demon Lord Chonglou has joined the chat group."
As the two notifications sounded, the group suddenly became lively.
Tushan's Second Master: "Welcome, newcomers! Newbie Bao Zhao, report your strength and origin!"
Huashan Sect Master: "More newcomers! Welcome, welcome! (scattering flowers)"
Soul Hall Saint Girl: "Welcome, newcomers. If you're confused about anything, you can check the group files. Just think it in your mind to speak, post videos, and view files."
The Lord of Great Qin: "@I don't want to be Zhao Gao, are you Zhao Gao?"
I don't want to be Zhao Gao: "Where is this? Am I dead?"
Sure enough, the technology of the Qin Dynasty is too backward—no painkillers, no penicillin. It's a miracle I even survived! But why does it still hurt so much down there? HISSS! It hurts so much!
Tushan's Second Master: "???"
The Descendant of the Great Yan Royal Family: "???"
