"So this is how my life ends," the old man sighed from his deathbed. "Single and alone. Poor and unknown."
He had lived to reach a hundred years, yet he remained poor and wanting. Even as he lay dying, he was alone in his room with no one there to see him go. He had truly known no luck in this world.
"I wish…" the old man began, but then he breathed his last.
* * *
"Where is this?" The old man opened his eyes again and asked. He would have moved to investigate further, but alien memories flooded his mind, giving him a head-splitting headache. He screamed in pain. An eternity later, the pain finally subsided.
"This is..." The old man was shocked, not because this was a xianxia world he was already familiar with, but because he now possessed a young body. Much younger, but most importantly, one that could cultivate.
