When the emperor married his wife Bai Yueguang, I died alone in the cold palace.
No one can test my breathing, but they don't know that I am the only successor of Kumbhaka Kung Fu.
The emperor cried bitterly in front of my tomb, but I had already run outside the wall, eating and drinking in a restaurant, and touching the abdominal muscles of the young man from the Western Regions.
Life was supposed to go on happily like this, until one day an earthquake shook the imperial mausoleum and the emperor discovered that there was a pile of rotten potatoes in my coffin.
That day, the emperor was angry and determined to dig three feet into the ground to find me.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
