Everyone said that she was only qualified to burn fire and chop wood in this life.
Lin Qingxuan himself believed it for five years.
Until she found the ancestral manuscript in the secret compartment of the library, took her life to temper her body under the waterfall for forty days, climbed over the Black Wind Ridge alone, knelt outside the gate of Qingyun Mountain and wrote all the blood on her palms——
A crazy old man came out of the fog and put his finger between her eyebrows.
"Waste spiritual roots? Fart. I have been waiting for you for two hundred years."
Turning to the fifth page of the Vientiane Spectrum, a whole channel of chaos was connected.
During the sect competition, on the final stage, everyone who was waiting for her to make a fool of herself stood up.
She was alone, standing across from them all.
