Since you've transmigrated, why would any sensible person devote themselves entirely to cultivation? There's the gentle older sister from your childhood, the clingy, expressionless younger sister, the fallen heiress, the battle immortal who stands by you through thick and thin, the bold and dashing empress, the kind and adorably silly saintess...
"Miss, I can see you're troubled. You must be facing some difficulty. I'm Long Aotian, and I happen to have resources to spare. Let me lend you a hand."
