Zhao Yan had always taken a laid-back approach to life. After years of hard work, he finally escaped the endless grind of the workplace.
Before he could enjoy himself, however, the security guard he got along with brought down the righteous judgment of heaven upon him, kicking him into an unfamiliar world.
Zhao Yan could only curse and complain.
Fortunately, he had always been a lucky guy, and this time was no exception. A young cultivator named Su Yun rescued him.
Zhao Yan was always magnanimous. Since this world offered the chance to cultivate, he decided not to hold a grudge against that old man.
He would just wait until he made something of himself through cultivation, then go back and pay him a friendly visit.
But Su Yun's words, “The Heavenly Dao has changed,” sent him crashing down from the clouds.
A thousand years passed, and Su Yun had long since turned to dust.
But Zhao was still there, standing before his grave with a flask of wine in hand, slowly pouring it out…
