Northeast Immortal Sect: Seven-Year-Old Zhangtang

My fourth master said that for generations the men in the Hua family had been in charge of the family affairs, but when his generation came to an end, that was no longer the case. No one expected that when I was seven years old, the Xian family came to me on their own. It's not that I want to be the leader. It has to be appropriate. A girl became the smallest headmaster in Woniugou. Hitchhiking in the funeral procession, the three children returned home with their souls gone, the old cow turned over and a ghost knocked on the door... I am the language of flowers, and from now on the yin and yang will be on the incense stand. All I want is one— Peace to the living, peace to the dead.