I'm Lin Chen, the Qingyun Sect's best-known scrap collector.
My fellow disciples mock me, and my master has given up on me.
Then, in the back hills, I found a rusty bronze ring.
The old spirit inside awoke and said he was a master artificer from ten thousand years ago.
In a pile of rubble outside the mountain gate, I found a charred stick.
It turned out to be a root of an ancient divine tree, able to gather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth on its own.
Today, beside the sect's cesspit (because nobody goes there), I found a dusty gray bead.
A weak yet furious voice came from inside:
"How dare you! Which bastard tossed the Heavenly Dao into a place like this?!"
I looked at the "cesspit pearl" in my hand and fell into deep thought.
Can I still return it?
