Cultivation is a mountain. There are mortals under the mountain, real people in the mountains, and immortals on the top of the mountain. Some people promise a thousand gold and pay for years. Some people hide swords in their eyebrows and kill people with a smile. Everyone is a puppet on a string, and above the clouds and mist on the top of the mountain, there are black hands playing tricks on all souls and applauding. One day, the young man will leave the village with his box on his back, the clouds and mist will be pierced with a knife, the black hand will be cut off with a sword, and the world will be clear and bright again. Book Friends Group: 884501784