Qi Yang has had a dream of cultivating immortals since he was a child. He was tired of competing with the elders in his family and tired of the rules of the deep palace compound, so he resolutely stepped into the mountain gate.
During the general election, he actually met a fellow Taoist who usually loved listening to his chatter.
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, you are well."
"Ayang, I can't do it without you."
"No, I'm just talking politely. Why can't you do it without me? I, Brother Zhang, have you become stupid by cultivating the magic path to fix your brain?"
Intent: Funny and light-hearted