Everyone in the immortal sect knows that the Taoist Master Wan Yue has a broken Taoist heart, has lost all his cultivation, and has become a useless person.
No one knew that there was a ray of consciousness from the ancient gods sleeping within her body.
The sword master who had abandoned her in the past knelt outside the hall to beg for an audience, but was forced to retreat with a sword from her new disciple.
The sword immortal in white was stained with blood on his clothes, but he only looked at the palace door and chuckled: "You have found a good successor."
She drank the tea in the cup without even raising her eyelids: "It's not a successor, it's a Taoist companion."
The entire world of cultivation suddenly fell silent, except for the young man beside her whose ears turned red.
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The story is not something you see in ordinary streets. It has a high intention and goes straight to the core of human nature and divinity.
The story is not something you see in ordinary streets. It has a high intention and goes straight to the core of human nature and divinity.