You cultivators seek eternal life, born to stand atop the mountain peak, looking down upon the ants below.
You enjoy the finest elixirs, the most precious sword manuals, drink the best spiritual wine, and wear the most exquisite robes.
You act willfully and recklessly, you laugh and curse as you please, you flaunt your unyielding pride, and you scheme with cunning and deceit.
In your eyes, I am the rat scurrying across the street, a villain who has done every evil deed, utterly unforgivable.


