After escaping from the world for thirteen years to cultivate myself, I vowed not to interfere in the world of mortals.
On a rainy night, a woman covered in blood smashed open my door with her child in her arms.
The child wears his elder brother's jade pendant around his neck.
I put away the silver needle: "Who did it?"
She cried and said: Lu family.
So, the last cultivator in the world, carrying the cute baby and the silver needle, went down the mountain.
Business war? I use the ancient method of hanging.
Chase? I'll do it in one shot.
Later, the child called me daddy, and she called me husband.
I said I was just a doctor, and she said - you are my world.
