The wind blows, bringing not the breath of spring, but the breath of blood. How can a mortal man dare to hope for a smooth path to immortality? If I embark on the path of cultivating immortality, it won't matter if I am like a fly or a dog. It's ridiculous that no one understands my intentions and only says that my name is as low as grass. Let's see how I rise with Cao Shi and embark on the path of cultivating immortality step by step.
