"More than five hundred years ago, the seven sects stood together. Later, Chu Jing, the first disciple of the first sect, sacrificed nine thousand people with blood in an attempt to open up the ladder to heaven in order to ascend. This method was too evil and harmed the peace of heaven, so thunder fell from heaven to kill him. Chu's conspiracy failed, and he was captured by the seven sects and sentenced to death by burning his bones. The Zhenzhen will never be able to escape forever. However, the nine thousand disciples of the seven sects have been eliminated by blood sacrifice, but the strength of the seven sects is no longer what it used to be." Mo Yan became more and more angry and couldn't help but yell, "Fucking nonsense!"
Before he could finish his words, a roll of bamboo slips was thrown towards him, followed by Lan Qiren's furious voice, "You are so outrageous, get out of here."
Wei Wuxian in the front row turned his head and said with a touched expression, "I didn't expect you to be so affectionate and loyal to me."
She, "..."
What did I do to you?
Intention: growth