On top of Chengchen, Yu Chuan turned over his palm, and there was a stripe, a calamity to be chosen.
Under the dust, the watchman sat on the door, with an order, and the place lasted for eternity.
Cp:
Relying on his strength, he rose from a sect that was disliked by thousands of people to become a closed disciple with seniority * Taikoo Mountain sprite and an old ghost with one hundred and eighty identities pretending to be a newcomer
Intention: Zhiwei