I’ve Lived for a Hundred Thousand Years

Ninety thousand years of conquest,

ten thousand years asleep.

After waking, Su Ying wants nothing more than to live a quiet life,

but somehow he keeps getting dragged into one conflict after another.

“What can I do? I’m at my wits’ end,” Su Ying says to a powerful big shot kneeling before him, groveling for mercy.

The big shot weeps. “I’m even more desperate.”