I thought I’d transmigrated after dying and been reborn, but actually I’d been dragged back to the Lingqi Illusion Realm, home of the demon clan, and even brought along a young hottie. I refuse to admit I’m a thousand-year-old cow eating young grass, because I still look like I’m in my prime. When I got back, I found my home was about to be taken over, but I couldn’t track down the mastermind. I swear, even if I have to tear a hole in the sky, I’ll find them, pound them to bits, and stew them in a soup for my young grass to eat. As long as you’re alive, you can’t just drift with the wind and accept being written out. Even if your life comes with an absurd script, you have to push through the fog and find the sun.
My name is Jian Ning, a mischievous little demon who’s lived for thousands of years. My life motto is: less thinking, more doing.
