Wu Weiya's old poisoner died, and everyone in the rivers and lakes sighed happily: The surname Gu had dehumanized so much, and he was able to attack his own young disciples for the sake of the Zhixuan Sutra. He deserved to end up in this situation! Gu Xuru, who was covered in blood and leaned against the wall of the cave, had grown into a senior sister in the past ten years under the guidance of Mo Lingge, the most decent sect in the world.
For ten years, no one knew.
After ten years in the arena, one lamp every ten years is no longer what it used to be.
Intention: You should have some virtues as a human being, it's not that you don't repay them, the time has not yet come