As the last ascended person in the world of cultivation, I am forced to stay in the human world.
Just because Heaven told me: "The fairy world is full, and the number will be drawn to line up."
In desperation, I became a delivery rider, delivering thousands of orders a day by teleportation.
Until one day, I gave a barbecue to the monk who was in a thunderstorm.
Thunder struck from the sky and destroyed all his magic weapons, but my takeout box was unscathed.
Hot search on the entire Internet: #That delivery boy is who?
I was dealing with bad reviews when the Cultivation Association came to my door.
"Fellow Taoist, with your cultivation... Delivering food is such a waste!"
I looked at my account balance: "I earn more than you."
