My Lord

They sold me like an animal and treated me like an ant. Just because of the way of cultivating immortals, power is truth. When I was able to stand up and control the lives and deaths of others - they expected me to become more "like" a cultivator than anyone else. But I remember the vow I made that day. In this life, I just want to be comfortable and content and never forget my original intention. But... In this world of cannibalism, what price does it cost to keep this sentence?