Su Hua survived the catastrophe, and from then on he was reduced from a celebrity in the immortal sect to a nameless loose immortal, wandering around in the rivers and lakes, occasionally drawing a sword to help when there was injustice, collecting some small fortunes to make ends meet, whether it was a palace, a palace, or a mansion of gods, but there were always some short-sighted people who wanted to disturb the immortal's leisure. He had just adopted a little bun here, and a group of monsters and monsters came over there. Su Hua touched his shriveled pocket and looked up to the sky and sighed: It's not easy to be a loose immortal!