On the border of Fengzhou, Luzhou in the north, there is a small Qingxi Mountain. The young man is lying on the glazed roof of the sect hall, with his head resting on his hands and looking at the clouds rolling in the sky.
The people below shouted: "Sect Master! We are leaving soon! Come down quickly!"
The young man said nonchalantly: "What's the rush? If I, the Chengyue Sect, don't show up, they won't even dare to come to the table."
As one of the best sects in the world, we can't rush forward. The last appearance is the best.
