I am seventy-five years old and a retired cleaner from the cultivating sect.
In order to find someone who could inherit the skills, all his savings were spent.
I sat under the bridge holding the pile of secret books that no one wanted, my chest pressed against my back from hunger.
"I'm going to die anyway, so it's better to eat this skill to cushion my stomach."
I tore off the first page of "Evergreen Record" and swallowed it, feeling a sudden warmth surge in my body.
When I woke up the next day, my white hair turned black and my wrinkles disappeared.
The sect that kicked me out yesterday kneeled down and begged me to become an elder today.
