Su Wan just wanted to be a good-for-nothing handyman in Liuyun Sect and live peacefully for a hundred years.
He carefully calculated every ounce of spiritual power, avoided all risky tasks, and even watered the vegetable fields with precision.
Until that night when the storage cabinet was stolen, he became the only witness.
When the law enforcement disciples surrounded him, he only had one thought in his mind: "My plan to survive for a hundred years is going to go to waste!"
However, the next second, the saint Ye Qingge, who was as cold as the moon, came through the fog.
"I took this person away."
The jade pendant around her waist, which was similar to the Demonic Cult's token, glowed with an eerie luster in the morning light.
Su Wan looked at the saint's beautiful profile, and his inner alarm sounded: We are in big trouble!
