Lu Yipin is a low-class sect leader. Regardless of his cultivation level, his character alone is enough to make people sigh.
What she is best at is boasting and writing gorgeous and unrealistic poems.
Under the yellow sky, above the thick soil, her reputation can be said to be as smelly as a smelly water ditch, and as hot as the scorching sun.
But no matter how infamous her reputation is, she will never be criticized because of her appearance, because her appearance is indeed stunning.
In this place where gods are believed to exist in the world, it seems that gods are everything and the world. She is always out of place, as if this world and all the people in this world have nothing to do with her. People spurn and ridicule her because of her disrespect for gods.
"God's forsaken son."
"Grudge head."
Lu Yipin didn't think so.
She doesn't intend to let the worldly people recognize her as a lunatic.
Madmen are pretty good, at least they don't have to explain anything they do, and they don't use their brains to do things.
Even if the gods don't bless her, she can still be her own god, right?
Intention: No matter who he loves, I am myself