The train-sized snake wasn't too keen on greetings and immediately dove at me, head first, fangs ready to gouge me whole in a best-case scenario, at least it would beat being chomped on and chewed to bits before turning to a gigantic cultivating serpent poop.
I urged my frail old body to dodge to the side, say I urged here because against mortals like back at the bandit's cave, I was strong and all-powerful, the disparity between a cultivator and a normal human being was vast, exactly as vast as this situation between me and the snake, where I was the mortal in question and the snake was the cultivator.
