That day, I was toyed with as if I were in the palm of someone's hand, utterly powerless to fight back. Everyone watching looked on with mocking grins.
I cried, like a child. That was the day I was born!
I grew up under the hopes my elders had placed in me, only to end up working on an assembly line in an electronics factory. The fantasies that filled my head as a child gradually became dreams as I grew older and confronted the realities of life, then ideals, and finally just something I no longer wanted.
The little fairy's return reignited the fire in me, though I had already resigned myself to lying flat, and turned me into a shining star in everyone's eyes.
It turned out none of it had been a dream. They were memories that had been sealed away. Bound by reincarnation and drawn by the pull of fate, she brought me back to the Huat ing Continent.
I trained as if my life depended on it, not for some grand ambition or lofty goal. I gave up a fortune and picked up the ancient sword that had been gathering dust for so long, all because I wanted to protect the people by my side, to protect her...
A sword in hand, a gourd of wine,
I soar through heaven and earth.
A fortune spent, my old love regained,
The Wine Sword Immortal vanquishes demons and upholds the Way.
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