You used to treat me like I was nothing. Now I'm someone you'll never be able to reach.
You say you're a CEO, but I'm the king of the underworld.
You say you're a second-generation rich kid, but you might not even qualify to work under me.
Other people beg for spirit medicines, but I kick down the door and take them by force, and my opponents still smile and ask me to come back.
I slap your right cheek, and you offer me your left, smiling and saying it feels good.
I'm just me, an Immortal Venerable unlike any other.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
