There is an iron rule in the world of cultivating immortals: once every three thousand years, the jade slips in the library are either engraved with Taoist scriptures or burned completely white, and any jade slips with "useless trivial matters" written on them will be destroyed as garbage.
But the heroine was sitting on the highest throne, touching the jade slip that was the first to be hidden, her fingertips brushing against the line of words that were so shallow that they were almost invisible, and she curled her lips: "I just like to hide useless things, and I love so and so."
Intention: There is no winner in life, only the calmness of "I did what I wanted to do, and that's enough."