When I opened my eyes, I'd become a transmigrator working a dead-end job on the streets of Chang'an.
I came with a "Poet Immortal Development System," and my mission was to stop Li Bai from drinking.
Clutching the drunken Poet Immortal's leg, I wailed, "Alcohol is poison that eats its way through your guts!"
Li Bai kicked me away. "Get lost! How am I supposed to write poetry without drinking?"
With only ten seconds left on the mission countdown, I lunged for his wine gourd.
The Poet Immortal snatched the reins from the carriage driver. "A fellow clansman! Hold on tight!"
The carriage raced for its life down Zhuque Avenue, and the System suddenly sounded an alarm:
[Warning: If Li Bai successfully quits drinking, the course of history will be altered!]
