Xiao Yuanshao has been worried about the future of the sect.
After all, the eldest brother is a weak beauty who cannot take care of herself; the second senior sister is a slow-moving swordsman who is either looking for someone to fight with or is on the way to fight with someone every day; the third senior brother is a medical practitioner, either exploding the furnace or on the way to it every day; the fourth senior brother is a fool who is always hot-blooded and always has tears in his eyes; the younger junior brother is a human-demon hybrid that cannot be tolerated by orthodoxy.
Xiao Yuanshao counted a circle and sighed: "Sooner or later this sect will be finished!"
Until the war begins,
Senior Brother alone resisted hundreds of thousands of evil spirits, guarded Guixu, and restored peace to the world.
The second senior sister died in battle, but she was surrounded by the ghost army.
The third senior brother stayed behind to guard the sect and guard one side.
The four senior brothers each protect the city in all directions with one sword.
No? !
So you are all hiding your strength?
Xiao Yuanshao: "Then what are the worries I have had over the years?"
Intention: Peace is the most precious!