Gou Has Been Sweeping the Floor in the Sect for Three Thousand Years

Chen An spent three years and a thousand years in Qingxuanzong. No one remembers his name, no one looks him in the eyes, everyone thinks he is a useless handyman. This is best. Until one day, the outer deacon started to check his background. When a female disciple bent down in front of him to pick up a letter, her fingers seemed to be drawing some ancient runes. The sect's secret realm rioted twenty years in advance. Someone is looking for something. Chen An tightened his grip on the broom, thought about it, and then let go. No rush. Scan for another two days and see. Anyway, three thousand years have passed. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.