Great Envoy

Zhang Shuaishuai lay lazily on the rocking chair, closed his eyes and rested, paying no attention to the fairy-like old man standing next to him. "You said you are the sword god below." Zhang Shuaishuai asked lazily. "Yes, Lord Divine Envoy is really the number one swordsman in the world of immortality." The old man said with a slight cup of his hand. "Aren't you an old man? I still need a gatekeeper. If you want to work here, I'll pay you 100 yuan a month plus two bottles of Coke. Can you do it?" "Thank you, sir." The old man knelt down excitedly and thanked you.