Jiang Yiming has two dreams in his life, one is to be a hero, and the other is to have beautiful women.
In order to be a hero, he decisively cut off the front line, followed his master into the fairy mountain, devoted himself to cultivation, but little did he know that his life would go astray from now on.
Jiang Yiming: Master, what kind of sect are we?
Jiang Chun:... Ahem, we are...
Jiang Yiming: What? Master, please speak louder.
Jiang Chun: We are... The Hehuan sect.
Jiang Yiming:... What the hell?!
After many years, Jiang Yiming has broken the pot. As the saying goes, a hero does not ask where he came from. Where is the beauty now? After realizing the life goal of being a hero, he needs to solve the lifelong matter of having a beauty.
However, he looked around: the grumpy senior sister, the burly senior brother, and the fellow Taoists from various sects who were trying to avoid him. He could only turn his eyes slowly towards... Master.
Jiang Yiming: Haha, you have to solve the trouble yourself.
Jiang Chun:... Rebel!
Note: Gong has no gerophilia. Master is a beauty from beginning to end.
Intention: Even in the dark, we must move towards the goal