Her spiritual roots are mediocre, her aptitudes are ordinary, and only a faint white light shines on the spiritual jade. Everyone believed that she would only be able to sweep the floor and weed the outer door in her life, and would never be able to touch the threshold of immortality.
She carries a mysterious ball she picked up since childhood, which can quietly purify spiritual energy and sort out the meridians. She hides herself very deeply - she doesn't compete, doesn't show off her edge.
Hiding the sword in the sheath is not a sign of cowardice, but rather so that when it is unsheathed, no one can stop it.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
