A Guide to the "Meme" of the World of Cultivation

On the mist-shrouded Qingyun Mountain, the morning mist is still filled with moist dew, like a layer of gauze gently covering this holy land of immortality. Jiang Xiaobai, a guy who usually showed a bit of extravagance, was squatting on the eaves at the moment, holding the thirteenth meat bun in his hand, eating it with gusto. The aroma of steamed buns wafts in the morning mist, making people salivate. Under the eaves, Zhao Tiezhu's furious roar suddenly sounded... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.