For seven years, demons and ghosts are running rampant, and the immortals no longer look down upon them. The Wenxin Sect is the dominant family, clinging to the withered fig leaf of the immortal world.
Mo Zhi opened her eyes and said nothing. The only thing that could prove her identity was that she kept her mouth shut. When she left the birth point, there was only one kitten with good teeth who took the initiative to run into her arms.
So she lived...
A day when you go around picking up children?
Intention: First Snow