Ji Huan was lucky enough to become one of the people who transmigrated into a book.
Such a rare opportunity was too good to pass up, and Ji Huan gladly accepted.
But why was he just a support? He wouldn't have minded being a main attacker, since that could at least save his life in a pinch. Ji Huan cursed inwardly. The road ahead was long and arduous.
A little scene:
Passing woman: "Immortal Master, I'm sick."
Ji Yunjiu looked at the woman in front of him, whose eyes sparkled like stars and whose face was flushed, and said impassively, "I'm sorry. I'm afraid there's nothing I can do for your illness."
Passing woman: "No, your love is the only cure!"
Ji Yunjiu: "..."
A defenseless medicine cultivator bottom? × a rough-and-tumble sword cultivator top
Enjoy! ( ﹡?o?﹡ )
