(Cultivation, imagination, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, no system, a little bit of sand sculpture, kendo) A generation of swordsmen (cheap) saints traveled to the world of cultivation. They originally wanted to be free and happy, but they never expected to be forced into the path of cultivating immortals by a loudspeaker. The amount of Qi that other people absorb after practicing for three years is not as much as what I absorb by listening to a song. Fight? No one can beat me with the blessing of my BGM. There are many avenues, but I only have one song.
