Mortals speak to immortals as livestock speak to people, and I speak to immortals as ants do. Below the immortals, we are as tiny as crawling insects. But how can immortals be immortal? My name is Ning Qiu, and my only hobby in life is meeting immortals and killing them. (The first fifteen chapters may not be great, but please have a little faith in me. It gets absolutely thrilling and satisfying after that.)
