Xuanhuan: Cultivation Begins with Helping an Old Man Rob Graves

"Young Master! There's something unclean on you!"

Yan Ziyan said unconcernedly,

"Of course I'm filthy. I just dug up a grave!"

"No, no!"

Uncle Li shook his head frantically.

"I mean..."

"They..."

Facing the Ye family's elders and their menacing threats, Yan Ziyan was utterly unafraid. He shouted,

"Bring me a brush!"

"Bring me ink!"

Lifting the brush, Yan Ziyan wrote on a sheet of white paper:

"The poor lose their ambition and speak in humble tones; the horse grows thin, its mane long, its strength spent. A cat in power rejoices like a tiger; a fallen phoenix is worth less than a chicken!..."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.