Outside the window, cicadas chirped.
In the sweltering Siheyuan.
In the main room that had once belonged solely to Sha Zhu.
Wenren Sheng now lived there.
Sha Zhu had long since gone with Lou Xiao'e's family to become a Door-to-Door Son-in-Law and a Chef.
The air conditioner had already been set up.
Naturally, it was Wang Weiguo's tribute.
The guy was a clever man.
Right after Cheng Lan left, he immediately came knocking to flatter him.
It was three hundred and sixty degrees of flattery, without a single blind spot.
Even Wenren Sheng was a little impressed.
He was a Transmigrator with a system, after all. Could he not be so spineless? "Before immortality, what does backbone matter? As long as I can attain immortality, what kind of persona can't I create?" Wang Weiguo candidly laid bare his thoughts.
Other people's systems this and that, my system this and that...
Wang Weiguo would not complain like that.
After all, he was already far happier than the billions of people without systems.
If he complained any further, he would deserve a bolt from heaven.
"Heh, you want immortality, but the path to immortality is fraught with danger. The longer you live, the more likely even the smallest probabilities are to catch up with you. From cosmic disasters outside to the collapse of your own mind within—are you prepared for that?" Wenren Sheng asked with a smile.
"Um, in reply to you, Teacher, I truly haven't prepared for that. But with immortality, there is hope for everything," Wang Weiguo hurriedly said.
From Zhao San and Cheng Lan's attitudes, he could tell just how formidable this young man was.
Just the fact that the other party had actively entered the Siheyuan, unlike him, who had merely stumbled into it through sheer luck, showed