I dressed up as a loser in a fantasy world and was stepped on and humiliated by my cousin on the competition stage.
A cold female voice suddenly sounded in the sea of consciousness: "Little thing, you can't even defeat the third level of body tempering?"
Later, I held the rotten wood sword I picked up and watched that peerless figure floating in the air.
The clan leader knelt down and shouted, "Welcome to the Immortal." She lowered her eyes and smiled softly: "Call Master, and I will kill for you."
Until that night when she was drunk and leaned on my shoulder: "Do you know why I chose you to be my Taoist seed?"
"Because you are... I am destined to be in love."
