Millennium

A hundred years ago, an old Taoist asked me if I would practice with him if I had immortal roots. I refused. When I was dying a hundred years later, the old man came again and asked me the same question. I looked at the two senior sisters beside the master for a long time and nodded, not because I was lustful, but because I really wanted to become an immortal. It's just this practice that I honestly regret a little bit! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.