After traveling through three thousand years, Shen Ci was tired of worrying. He destroyed his eyesight and used his body to suppress the Nine Nether Sword Formation. After returning to the city, he just wanted to guard an antique shop called "No Return" and live a retired life of collecting scraps and playing with cats.
But this world is always restless.
The daughter of a top wealthy family is chased by a monster, and the threshold of the antique store is stained with blood.
"Sir, save me, I'll give you whatever money you have!"
Shen Ciyou took a sip of tea, rubbed the old bamboo umbrella in his hand, and said in a lazy tone: "Money? I'm not short of it. But you have to pay for the dirty steps on my floor tiles."
As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his fingertips, and a sword energy that was enough to tear the sky burst out of the air, turning the arrogant Demon King into dregs in an instant.
