Tomorrow Qiao Jiu will be in his thirties.
He hasn't held a girl's little hand yet.
Good thing he doesn't like girls.
Tomorrow, the dispatch address that was transferred soon will be demolished.
He has not yet promoted the sect to the broad masses.
Fortunately, he doesn't have a sect yet.
Qiao Jiu is a lone ranger, and so is Yi Shi.
There are no soul-stirring rivers and lakes disputes, no love, hate and hatred that are constantly being sorted out and turned into chaos.
Both of them are slow-tempered masters, drifting on the edge of the world.
With a warm face and a cold heart, all the nonsense is mixed with some conspiracy theory.
Save the original manuscript and update it as the occasion arises, just for fun.