As time went by, Zhang Wenda always felt that some things in his memory became abstract. He didn't know whether it was true or a distortion of his memory.
However, when he suddenly faced those things again, he found that something was wrong with the world.
Immortal cultivators
No worries about firewood, rice, oil and salt
But one cannot escape the greed, anger, ignorance, love, hatred, desire, and vengeance of the mundane world!