The world of cultivation has been having a headache recently.
A team of five people came, and the leader was called Ling Chao. His name sounded pretty cute, but today he passed by and said he "accidentally" blew up someone else's alchemy room, tomorrow he destroyed the sect's main hall, and the day after tomorrow he chased a thousand-year-old monster all over the mountain.
All the major immortal sects jointly submitted a letter: Can you control these little ancestors?
Ling Chao looked back and was silent for a few seconds.
She spread her hands: I can't control it, why don't you come?
