"A hundred years ago, he knelt in the ruins of Tianxuan Sect, touched the damaged plaque of the Scripture Collection Pavilion and said: 'I will guard it.' A hundred years later, the newly succeeded empress Su Qingli kicked open the door of the pavilion with a mysterious iron sword, seeking to find the ancient secrets. Dian - only to see the gray-robed guard leaning against the pile of books, with a casual fingertip, her sword shattered into powder. "You... Are you in the Tribulation Period?" Lin Xuan raised his eyes, with a thousand-year star shining in his eyes. Girl, I've signed for a hundred years, and my cultivation, alchemy, and formations have all been maxed out.' From then on, there was a saying in the cultivation world: Don't mess with the old man of the Tianxuan Sect's Sutra Pavilion. He can make the demons of the Ten Thousand Demons Valley kneel in rows, and the leader of the Demon Flame Sect cried out for grandpa! What's even more amazing is that... The empress, who has always been as cold as ice, actually pulled his sleeve with a blushing face: 'Master, please feed me tonight's osmanthus cake.'"
