Cultivation Diary

★Important★ First-person narration. The content only considers my own perspective. If that's not for you, hit the back button.

Another year of spring, another year of grass growing and birds flying.

I remember those days, when the few of us were still stuck at school writing our theses. None of us had postgraduate recommendations, plans to study abroad, job offers from major companies, or fortunes worth millions to inherit. We were all happily losing our minds while cursing our inhuman judges and professors.

That was the last stretch of peace and quiet we had. Then a sword came from the west, and the world changed.

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