"Ancestor, can you please stop sweeping the floor? The sect is about to be trampled to the ground!"
After traveling through time and becoming a sect sweeping monk, I thought it was a useless start.
It wasn't until I merged with the memory of my ancestor who had been sleeping for thousands of years that I realized that the entire sect belongs to me!
Looking at these unscrupulous descendants, I decided to take care of my children in a different way.
The fire stick thrown away casually was regarded as a peerless magic weapon by the genius senior sister.
The graffiti he drew when he was bored was regarded as an ancient elixir recipe by the alchemy elder.
I just want to lie down, but some unsighted people always come knocking on my door.
Forget it, the moon is dark and the wind is high, so I have no choice but to personally take action and teach them what "your uncle is still your uncle" means!
