After arriving in the world of cultivation, Yang Zhen had always lived whimsically, almost absurdly. It was in this manner that he managed to recapture the feeling he had when playing games in his younger years, which kept him from feeling utterly estranged and helpless.
It was only now, that Yang Zhen finally felt a sense of belonging.
In this world, he was no longer lost and clueless.
He had a sarcastic cat, a young lady, a naive Daoist, the Great Missing Sword, and a cheeky rooster. These guys, they were his chosen family in Yang Zhen's heart.
This feeling was wonderful.
As for the rest, Yang Zhen did not think too much about it. He did his own thing, as long as he was happy, that was all that mattered.
When he threw the Unblemished Sword into the furnace, Yang Zhen's heart became serious. This refining process concerning the Great Missing Sword could not be taken lightly, as the Evil Shadow Black Glutton resided within it.