I pass through fields of flowers without a leaf clinging to me.
[Imagination + Fantasy + Transmigration]
Who would have thought someone would transmigrate into a world of immortal cultivation and open a chain of foot massage shops, massaging his master, junior sisters, and senior sisters?
You want me to cultivate immortality? No way, I want to wash feet!
You want me to build a harem? No way, I want to wash feet!
You want me to...
Who says there can't be a great emperor in the foot-washing world? Who says you can't wash feet while cultivating immortality?
I'm going to become the Foot-Washing Emperor!
Decisive and ruthless, play the pig to eat the tiger, rise from the ashes, and burn with passion!
