I was once a plant, lucky enough to gain a spirit. I had no feelings, no desires, and no needs,
but I was dragged into cultivating the Sentimental Dao, becoming someone plagued by troubles.
Cultivating immortality, devising techniques, fighting heaven and earth, stirring rain and clouds...
In the end, it's still not as good as
feeling the breeze and basking in the sun, listening to thunder in the rain, and stealing half a day of leisure.
If only the maidservant by my side, the immortal lord above, the heartless Sword Immortal, and my gluttonous junior sister... would stop hounding me and showing up one after another.
