I'm just an ordinary cultural relic restorer. It's not too much to know some ancient formations, right?
So I used the potted pine trees at the door, the unused floor locks in the parking lot, and the fire hydrants at the end of the corridor to create a three-talented enchantment formation for them.
Watching this group of legendary cultivators spinning around in circles and finally pushing each other, thinking it was a ghost hitting the wall and scared me to the point of peeing, I silently lit a cigarette, hiding my merit and fame.
After they left, I looked at the repaired astrolabe in my hand, and the dense energy veins on it were extremely clear to my eyes.
From that day on, I realized that what I was repairing was not cultural relics, but the rules of this world.
