Another month has passed and they must find the medicine again to become immortal.
We call this kind of people - life-stealers
All rooftops are good places for them to chat
Because they can fly over the walls
Their wish is to unify the West
Is it enough just to be the head of the Twelve Divine Guards?
Who is blocking it secretly?
Thousands of years have passed
Could something interesting happen?
A novel written in collaboration with a friend,
I really don't want to say anything
Compared to him, I am so talented (just kidding)
(I didn't come up with all the names. If they sound ugly, just make do with it)