Ning Caichen sat under a tree with a pot of wine and said drunkenly to a young man holding a wooden sword. "Everyone knows that I, Ning Caichen, am a scholar, but no one knows that I know the magic of immortality!" The young man holding the wooden sword looked at the drunken Ning Caichen in confusion. "So, you are a god?" Ning Caichen shook his head. "No, but I am a cultivator! Do you know what a cultivator is?" "Take the incident at Lanruo Temple for example... In fact, Nie Xiaoqian was killed by me a long time ago!"
