A hundred years ago, he was punished by the Emperor for practicing a technique forbidden by the Gods. He was ordered to guard the tomb to lead the way, but the tomb he guarded was a barren tomb.
A hundred years later, by chance, he met the first person he attracted, who was an eight-tailed red fox.
"Don't be so frustrated." He smiled at Mo He and pulled up the hem of his clothes a little with one hand. His bare feet were loosely tied with a straw-like thin string on his ankles, "Look, I have this thing too."
Mo He glanced over there, and the veins on his forehead jumped twice more. This damn thing actually compared the weeds on his feet with the shackles that had been cursed by the Emperor of Heaven. He really didn't think he was done with him!