A story about two college best friends who transmigrate together into a world of cultivation.
One is a love-struck "idiot," carefully plotting every step and focused on cultivation;
the other is a devoted "frenemy," quietly in love and longing for him, yet too afraid to confess;
and there's a pocket dimension, too.
When enemies show up, hide in the pocket dimension for a while first.
When danger strikes, spend ten days or half a month in the pocket dimension thinking things over.
When the world is ending, why not just stay in the pocket dimension?
What does saving the world have to do with me?
