Yujing City, Zhang Family's Old Mansion.
The bright moon hung high like a jade plate, surrounded by a few sparse stars.
The sound of cicadas in the midsummer night was urgent and persistent, bringing a hint of the world's energy amidst the noise.
A dim yellow light was on in the kitchen, where a graceful figure was busy working.
"To learn to be an Immortal, fly on a crane to the skies, turn stone into gold, wondrous things indescribable, one must go to Lao Mountain to learn to be an Immortal..."
Young Zhang Fan lay on the table, doing his homework while glancing at the cartoon playing on the TV.
"Brother, multiplication mantra is so hard to remember, even harder than the Golden Light Curse..."
Zhang Fan chewed on the end of his pen, looking defeated like a rooster with its head drooping.
Bang...
At that moment, an old book suddenly smashed onto Zhang Fan's little head from behind.
"I'll memorize it..." Young Zhang Fan sniffled, as if he had suffered a great grievance.
