After a lot of hard work, I arrived at the Immortal Gate that I had dreamed of. The cold and noble Immortal Lord slipped me in through the door.
"This is your home from now on."
I have to work hard! I want to fight! I want to become a glorious and outstanding monk!
The beautiful fairy boy next to me swung the broom and hit my butt, "Is there something wrong with yelling? If you are sick, go down the mountain and find a doctor. Don't get sick here!"
Why is this different from what I imagined? There is no normal person in the entire Immortal Sect!
The Immortal who displays random things × the Impatient Mysophobic Fairy Boy
Concept: The collision of inertia and self-discipline, the test of human nature