No time travel, no rebirth, no system. This article tells the stories of an ordinary Northeastern person who came into contact with the world of cultivation by chance. Fate begins with flowers, so each volume is named after flowers. Those flowers have accompanied me all the way, with regrets, warmth, remorse, and fear. But no matter the road ahead is difficult and dangerous, and it is full of wind and snow, I will still take my flowers and go on firmly.
