My name is Xiaren. He is an inconspicuous elder guarding the pavilion of Qingyun Sect. The Wanjuan Pavilion, which is responsible for guarding the most neglected part of the sect, records various anecdotes. On weekdays, except for a few disciples who are interested in ancient secrets, no one comes to my place. I am happy to be at ease. Sweeping the dust and reading books every day, I feel like a mortal old man who is dying. Within the sect, most of the disciples don't even know that there is a person as big as me. Even the sect master and the elders only have an impression of me as a poor guy who is nearing his longevity and whose cultivation is stuck in the foundation building stage and cannot make any progress.
