Wu Zijian was a total couch potato who transmigrated to a world of immortal cultivation. From the start, it was hell difficulty: his third uncle was hunting him down. If I weren’t the chosen one, I would’ve been finished before the story even began.
From then on, he followed four big shots and lived comfortably in the miserable world of cultivation.
“You’re talking about me behind my back again, aren’t you, kid?” Tuo Luosi said, annoyed.
“I swear I’m not…” Wu Zijian swore with a hand over his already blackened conscience…
