Among those who cultivate immortality, I am probably the most stupid. Two hundred years have passed since I went up the mountain to now, and I am still a little Taoist boy who only goes out to collect herbs and comes back to guard the alchemy furnace. Seeing that my junior fellow apprentices who debuted later than me had already gone out to slay demons with their swords on their backs, I could only wipe the irritation from my mouth, obediently return to the alchemy room, and practice the basic mental skills while guarding the fire.
I don't know how the master misjudged me and took me back to Shuli Mountain. Anyway, his old face has probably been lost to me a long time ago. Although he still had enough concentration when he saw me, he touched my head kindly, smiled and encouraged me: "Don't be anxious, practice slowly."