They said that Wen Cijing was the only waste that could not build a magic tower in thousands of years.
Until that night, the nine-layer magic tower collapsed into an elemental storm in front of her. The girl who walked out of the ruins turned the broken fragments of law on her fingertips, and the geniuses from all over the continent knelt down in front of the tower - "Now, who is the waste?"
When everyone was arguing about how to rebuild the magic tower, Wen Cijing silently opened the dusty basement at the bottom of the tower.
