She was once a snow lotus of the vast sea. After ten thousand years of cultivation, she finally became an immortal.
Her medical skills were peerless and her magic boundless, but in search of her sworn brother, she fell into the mortal world.
She happened to meet a cold-faced god of death brimming with spiritual energy. She racked her brains trying to recruit him, but never got her wish.
Yet the god of death was captivated by her peerless beauty. If we can cultivate together, I would slay every demon in the world for you. What does it matter if I turn against all living beings?
Old Ancestor: Be my underling, and I'll spoil you!
Cold-Faced God of Death: No!
Old Ancestor: Follow me, and I'll make you the most powerful person in the world!
Cold-Faced God of Death: No!
The Old Ancestor laughed in fury: Tell me what you want.
Cold-Faced God of Death: I want to cultivate with you!
The Old Ancestor put on a haughty face: You're just a mortal, and you actually want to cultivate with me!
It didn't take long for the Old Ancestor to get her face-slapping.
I'm here to read! (Sofa/Sofa)