My daughter was obsessed with cultivation novels and always imagined she was the heroine in one. One day, she brought home a snake, claiming it was a fallen dragon and insisting it would surely grant her an immortal opportunity.
I told her it was just an ordinary golden python. Not only did she refuse to believe me, she let the snake bite me to death.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day she brought the python home. This time, I wanted to see just what kind of immortal opportunity that python she found could bring her.
