Fellow Taoist, Wait a Minute, I Have to Check Your Profile.

Zong Nan, a fresh graduate, was unwilling to become a social beast with two points and one front line, and decided to enter the industry of online writer to make a risky living. However, I stayed up late and just finished writing the outline and setting collection when I was lulled to sleep by myocardial infarction. After coming back to his senses, there was a startled roar from the Origin Ancestral Realm: "Zhuo, if I had known it, I would have written about urban rebirth. Fantasy cultivation makes me miserable." —— Zong Nan looked at the beauty in front of him... "Then again, it's not like I can't survive." —— As a Taoist, I should try my best to defeat the geniuses of this world and live a legendary life. —— Some years later... "Fuck me, Zong Nan, you misunderstood me!"