"Uncle Master, what is the supreme secret of cultivating to become an immortal?" A little black wolf that had not yet fully cultivated into a human form asked her piously and excitedly, with a big tail like a cattail fan and a pair of round green eyes lowered.
She thought about it carefully, slowly swayed her ink tail, and said sincerely: "I don't strike up conversations casually, and I don't make promises casually."