My name is Xu Zhiqiu, and I'm a patient at Qingcheng Third Psychiatric Hospital. The doctors say I have schizophrenia and delusions, because I keep telling them that whenever I fall asleep, I go to a cultivation world called Canglan.
There, my name is also Xu Zhiqiu. I'm the useless son of the Supreme Elder of the Void Immortal Sword Sect. I have a wood spirit root and was spoiled rotten for eighteen years before suddenly falling to rock bottom. Even my own father can barely be bothered to look at me. But somehow, I came back to life in the body of an unlucky fool who was struck dead by heavenly lightning while stealing ginseng fruit, and I had a pitch-black iron staff in my hand.
The iron staff makes noises and grows hot, as if something inside it has been woken up.
My fellow patient Zhao Dalong calls me "Comrade Captain," Li Banxia chases after me shouting about roast chicken, and the director smiles at me with an inscrutable look. I don't know whether I'm really going crazy.
I only know this: when I fall asleep again, the me in Canglan, the one people call useless, is a lot more impressive than the me here, the one people call crazy.
