On the day when my spiritual roots were abolished, I calmly set up a stall in Zongmen Square.
The braised pork was served with ten spiritual stones and spiritual rice. The elders and disciples lined up in the rain.
-"Crazy! This loser actually used an ancient alchemy furnace to stew meat?"
- "Sect Master... Why are you in the team?"
Seven days later, a thunderstorm suddenly struck, and I picked up the lid of the pot to block the ninth thunderstorm.
A shocked and angry voice came from the sky - "Who used the artifact as a kitchen utensil?!"
