Even though I breezed through the five realms of cultivation in the blink of an eye, I still feel like the little punk I was at fifteen, smashing bottles over heads, getting into fights, and sneaking peeks at the girls bathing on Misty Rain Street. Cultivating immortality and becoming a god? Having a towering tree from a past life to give me shade is all well and good. All I have to do is choose. The choice may be painful, but whether it's the red pill in my left hand or the blue pill in my right, the thing I'm proudest of in this life is that I never lacked for romance or wine.
Preparing a new book… I'll run both books at once when it's ready…
