Lin Xiaoman traveled to the scene of the massacre, and finally bound to a system, thinking that the golden finger was coming. Unexpectedly, the system asked her to wait for a hundred years before she could start the main line of cultivating immortals. She stared at the crane floating by outside the courtyard, and then looked down at her muddy hands. The average lifespan of a mortal is sixty. Now she is sixteen. If she lives for another forty-four years, she will be considered a good person! Another hundred years? Isn't she afraid that it will become the piece of rotten wood at the back wall of the utility room?
Roaring, "System, are you playing with me?"
Very bland, but not my cup of tea.