My Type of Aesthetics

Wang Lu had embarked on the path of immortal cultivation for more than twenty years, facing numerous dangers and difficulties, but only a handful of times that he met with despair.

No matter how difficult the situation was, there was always hope for a breakthrough, which was the creed believed by professional adventurers.

However, at this moment, Wang Lu felt that the situation was really hopeless.

The sentence that Big Sister left before her departure had caused him to not be able to think of any excuse no matter how much he wracked his brain. It could be said that, at this time, regardless of whether he denied or not, the result would still be the same—the expression of the crowd that watched the scene could also be seen.