By the time she woke from her dream, she was already in another world.
Ping An had transmigrated. Yes, she had transmigrated.
She'd transmigrated the moment she woke up.
What a damnable world.
There was one small perk, though:
she'd also been given a pocket dimension.
Well then, farming and cultivating immortality,
and taking things as they came.
A new writer with a new book. Please be kind.
Not bad!! Continue Come on
No one will see it, I will see it myself No one can judge, I judge myself cry loudly