I, Zhang Yi, ended up inside an unfinished novel.
The good news: I became the male lead, the second-most powerful Loose Immortal in the world.
The bad news: the original host, Gu Yunqi, is still here, and we're sharing one body.
When I speak, he throws the punches.
My left hand wants to help the innocent, while my right hand thinks I'm meddling.
I say, “Your father and fifth brother are in danger.” He says, “That's none of my business,” but his body is already rushing out the door.
Aloof Loose Immortal? He's just a stubborn softie who can't say what he feels.
Cultivating the Heartless Path? What heartless path? You're the most devoted person I've ever met.
Gu Yunqi: “Zhang Yi, if you keep talking nonsense, I'll, ”
Me: “You'll what? We're in the same body. If you hit me, it hurts you too.”
Gu Yunqi: “...”
Me: “Good boy. Call me Brother Zhang.”
Court intrigue, turmoil in the martial world, the imperial uncle's wrongful conviction to overturn, and the souls of two hundred thousand Northern Garrison troops to put to rest.
It took Gu Yunqi three years to leave that imperial palace. It took me three months to walk back there with him.
You write the story, but fate holds the pen.
He never expected that the path he'd cultivated all his life would ultimately be changed by a corporate drone.
