Wulinggen useless wood? Pretended.
Fainted by hunger? Pretended.
The Tianjian Sect, the poorest in the Cangwu Realm, picked up two "trashes" in one day - me, Wen Yao, a little piece of Wulinggen trash, a money-losing thing thrown away by a poor father who couldn't afford it. She, Lu Zhiwei, was so hungry that the handyman at the door couldn't even drive away the chickens.
The whole sect thought they had picked up two rookies. No one knows that these two are the biggest bugs in the world. I have eyes that can see through all false pretense. She was once the number one swordsman in a thousand years.
We don't believe anyone but each other. After all, when the whole world is lying to us, only the other party is not lying.
The geniuses lined up to show their goodwill - those who gave spiritual stones, those who gave sword manuals, those who were heroes to save beauties... I'm sorry, neither of us need it.
The fortune list is fake, the script is written, and the genius is just pretending. That's just right. Two "rookies" specialize in treating all kinds of dissatisfaction.
—Remove this broken list and change this day.
Intention: Destiny has always been in the hands of people who trust each other.