Chen Ping lived in Tongzi Tower for three hundred years.
Neighbors changed one after another. The little kid back then became an old man lying on the hospital bed, and Chen Ping still looked like he died at the age of twenty.
The world has changed, spiritual energy has revived, martial arts are rampant, and great masters can break buildings with one punch.
Chen Ping just wanted to stay in his leaky rented house and eat noodles for five yuan a bowl.
Until that day, when he was repairing a watch on the street, an arrogant second-generation man driving a Ferrari trampled on the old parts he had used for fifty years.
Chen Ping sighed and put down the watch repair knife.
"I really... Just want to be a normal person."
That day, the martial arts masters in the entire city felt the suppression from three thousand years ago.
