Xian Xia: I Owe 800 Million Spiritual Stones at the Beginning

Chief, Chief, you can't die! How can I live if you are dead? Young Xu Qian cried bitterly to the old man lying on the white jade bed, feeling very sad. The old man's face was haggard, a lifeless air floated between his brows, and his breathing was weak, like a thin thread, and he might fly westward at any time! I saw him slowly raising his arm, patting the young man's round head gently, moving his lips slightly, like a mosquito whispering: "From now on, the Qingshan Sect will be handed over to you." Before he finished speaking, the old man closed his eyes, and his life was extinguished like a candle. Uh-huh! The young man Xu Qian, who had just been so sad that he couldn't help himself, jumped up like a feather when he heard the old man's last words. But he squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, and screamed in pain: "At least I have to repay the foreign debt of 800 million spiritual stones before you leave!"# This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.