After ten years of seclusion, the first day I came down the mountain——
I tripped over a shared bicycle.
The cold-faced sister asked me if I had escaped from a mental hospital.
I said I was a cultivator, and she asked me to "ascend as soon as possible."
Later, the Special Affairs Administration came to our door and told me that I went down the mountain in violation of regulations and wanted to take me away.
I looked through the criminal law, civil law, and public security management and punishment law.
"There is no law in your country that says 'immortal cultivators must register when they come down the mountain.'"
Then they tore up their internal regulations.
Later, everyone was spreading——
The man who laughed and tore up the rule book was not to be messed with.
Because when he laughs, he is already plotting against you.
