Xun Beihe is an ordinary disciple of the Qingshi Sect.
The most important thing every day is to soak in Lingquan and grab the pastries at the foot of the mountain.
Then there was a junior brother who claimed to be an ordinary disciple and started to take off his waistcoat every day.
Xun Beihe felt confused and had to cover his vest desperately.
The formation talisman was carved by him! Not really.
He is the elusive swordsman! Not really.
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Nan Song: Not really.
Xun Beihe: Actually, you are the one who has been pretending. I'm really a casual cultivator, I won't lie to you.
Southern Song: ∑(°Д°)
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The chief disciple of the first sect of righteousness was falsely accused of becoming a demon, and his master killed his beloved disciple. In the same year, Qingshi sent a disciple with the same name as the fallen demon brother, but he had no aura and was a mortal.
Nan Song originally thought that he would wrap up his vest in peace and contentment in this small sect, but it turned out that there was an ordinary disciple with the same lack of spirit who seemed to be dedicated to exploring who he was.
Nansong:……
Okay, let's play it this way, right?
The Qingshi sect couldn't stay any longer, so he headed south. However, I always meet a familiar guy on the road.
The demon prince? No.
A direct disciple of the Sword Sect leader? Not right either.
The throbbing became more and more intense, and Nan Song suddenly realized: He is so good-looking and charming, could he actually be the young master of the Hehuan Sect?
Xun Beihe: ... I am really just a casual cultivator.
I'm just, really kind of strong.
Motto: Never give up hope