The thing Jiang Luoli regretted most in her life was opening that cultivation manual. Before she could call the police, everything went black, and she turned into a round, dusty, horned... creature of unknown species.
Before she could even curse, a bolt of purple lightning came crashing down from the sky and chased her butt with uncanny precision. She landed flat on her back in a man's arms.
The man was impossibly handsome and as cold as ice. His first words were, "Where did this filthy little thing come from?"
He pressed his sword tip to her neck, his expression blank. "Skin it and use it as a rag. It should come clean."
Jiang Luoli dropped to her knees on the spot. "Spare me, Immortal Lord! I have elders above me and children below me. I haven't lived long enough yet!"
Just then, the zither at his waist, which hadn't sounded in a hundred years, suddenly gave a hum.
It flew out, circling her and humming without stopping.
The man's expression changed. He'd lived for over a hundred years and had never heard the zither make a sound. Yet now it was playing.
All because of the filthy little thing in front of him, covered in mud, spouting nonsense, and squatting on the ground to chew on dry rations.
"Dada, stop fooling around. Come back!"
The zither ignored him.
"Dada, I haven't asked you for anything in over a hundred years. I'm begging you, come back!"
The zither circled her even more merrily.
Jiang Luoli blinked. "Dada? That's its name? Then are you Bibi? Bibi and Dada..."
The man's face darkened.
From then on, a gluttonous, sharp-tongued Pixiu who called him "Immortal Lord" every day stayed by the aloof immortal's side.
