"It's so shameful. When did our Qingyun Sect ever accept this kind of stuff?"
These words were like needles piercing my ears. I clenched my fists and dug my nails into my palms.
Before time travel, I was the UP host of the Tucao section with 300,000 fans. I was best at scolding bad movies until I was completely naked. But now, I am the one being scolded.
"Wait a minute."
A cold voice came from the stage.
I looked up and saw Master Qingxu standing up from the main seat. His white Taoist robe was spotless, and he had a fairy-like demeanor. He looked like a character who had stepped out of a poster for a fairy tale drama.
