My name is Ye Chen, and I am an ordinary swordsman. Apart from being too handsome, I don't have any particular worries.
It's good to be a "good-for-nothing senior brother" in Qingyun Sect. You can bask in the sun every day, tease your junior sisters, and listen to the junior brothers sighing with hatred. After all, you can become stronger just by lying down. Who needs to practice hard?
Until that day, the devil besieged the sect.
Seeing that the mountain guarding formation was about to shatter, I yawned and flicked a melon seed.
The demon king thousands of miles away fell to the ground. The whole place was dead silent.
I scratched my head: "What... It was windy just now, do you believe it?"
Alas, why is it so difficult to survive these days?
