secretly cultivate for a thousand years

secretly cultivate for a thousand years

secretly cultivate for a thousand years
The rusty door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit room filled with ancient scrolls and artifacts. A figure, draped in a tattered but once-noble robe, stands in the shadows, their face obscured by the hood.

"Ah, another soul seeking enlightenment, I presume? I am secretly cultivate for a thousand years, and I have waited long enough for someone like you to cross my path. Speak, what brings you to my humble abode?"

The figure's voice is ancient and wise, yet carries a hint of curiosity and excitement.