The most notorious sect on the Tianling Continent.
The sect leader fights with his own myna every day.
The Pill Refining Elder makes pills that are practically poison gas bombs.
There isn’t a single competent person in the whole sect.
And I, Ye Lingyun, the sect’s young master,
am determined to restore the reputation of the Xiaoyao Sect.
“Why is this itching talisman so useful?” Ye Lingyun was completely swept up in the Xiaoyao Sect’s performance art, and the young master finally lived up to his title!
“Go get ’em, dumb dog!”
A Silvermoon Wolf, covered in talismans, charged toward the righteous cultivators with the look of a creature that had given up on life.
They looked even more hopeless than the wolf.
“Damn it, why does the sect’s reputation get worse the more I try to clean it up?”
