After Yu Jiadong jumped out of the car, he felt himself floating in midair. He seemed to remember his dad taking him to a big city as a child to go bungee jumping, plunging toward the bottom of a valley in free fall. Except he had no safety rope. A chill ran through him, and boundless terror rose in his heart.
After an unknown amount of time, Jiadong felt thirsty, unbearably thirsty. He felt himself floating through the air, drifting in one direction, past cities, mountains, and rivers.
Summoning all his strength, Jiadong shouted, "Heavens, where am I drifting to?" As soon as the words left his mouth, an old man appeared before him. He had silver hair and a silver beard, long snow-white eyebrows, and was dressed all in white, with a dragon-headed cane in his hand. His solemn yet benevolent face wore a gentle smile.
"An immortal?" Jiadong tried to ask, but then his head felt as if it were splitting apart, and he couldn't breathe. His vision filled with blood, which hung from the immortal's dragon-headed cane and flowed into his body. His thirst finally went away. The pain made Jiadong...
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
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