You used to be indifferent to me, but now I have made it impossible for you to reach me.
You say you are the president, but I am the king of the underground
You said you are a second generation, you may not even be qualified to work under me.
Others asked for elixirs, but I would knock on the door and snatch them away, and the other party would smile and say come again.
When I slap your right cheek, you still have to stretch out your left cheek and say you feel comfortable with a smile.
I am who I am, a different immortal.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
