"You are such a strong kid, I believe you can become a Cultivator easily," an old woman said lovingly to the young man carrying her on his back.
The youth smiled at her remark and walked forward. He seemed to be about 20 years of age and was quite handsome. He wore weird, broken sunglasses on his face.
"I want to become a cultivator, but who knows if I can truly become one?" The youth shook his head. His body was weird and not like the bodies of others in this world, who knows whether cultivation would work on him?
They walked in silence for a while.
The old woman said gratefully, "You don't know how much help this is. My back has been killing me and I have to walk up this mountain and back all the time, it is such a big help you are carrying me home."
"It is nothing, Grandma."
