Ning Caichen sat beneath a tree with a jug of wine, speaking drunkenly to a young man holding a wooden sword. “Everyone says I, Ning Caichen, am a scholar, but no one knows I can wield immortal arts!” The young man with the wooden sword gazed at the drunken Ning Caichen, looking utterly bewildered. “So you’re saying you’re an immortal?” Ning Caichen shook his head. “No, but I cultivate immortality! You know what that means, right?” “Take what happened at Lanruo Temple, for example... Nie Xiaoqian had actually been killed by me long ago!”
