Chao Ge: “I began studying under the immortals of Yunye Mountain when I was young, cultivating under the guidance of the immortal Yunye. Unfortunately, I lacked talent. Luckily, my martial uncle, Mei Le, often offered me a few pointers, and I managed to cultivate to an ordinary level.
When I mention my martial uncle, I’ve almost forgotten his name. After all, ten thousand years have rushed by. All I remember are the red plum blossoms covering the mountains, and the fragrant, intoxicating scent of wine. Everyone says becoming an immortal is wonderful. Everyone says life as an immortal is blissful. But if living for ten thousand years is already like searching for flowers in a dream, doesn’t that mean the gods can only look down at the mortal world and smile?
I know I’m waiting for someone. That person taught me to cultivate from childhood and instructed me in the witchcraft and poison arts that ordinary people wouldn’t dare approach. That person was born in a plum grove and planted plum trees all over the mountain. When I was little, we often drank beneath the trees. I never liked drinking, but with him, I came to love it. He taught me so much, protected me through half my life, and promised me an eternity. That person’s name seems to have been Mei Le. He was my martial uncle, but I can no longer remember clearly. When the plant in the Valley of Sanskrit Sounds comes back to life, that person will come looking for me, won’t he?”
Damn, your paragraphs have no gaps. My eyes are tired.