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Qingyun Does Not Ask Where it Comes From
Xianxia Fantasy青云不问出处
Mo An Na
He is the most famous trash in Qingyun Sect. Silent and docile, he has not made any progress in his cultivation in the past ten years. Amidst the bullying and pity, he lives like a cold stone. He is also the deepest mystery of Qingyun Sect. No one knew why he came, and no one could see what was hidden under his ancient well-like eyes. His classmates regarded him as a stepping stone and bullied him, but he just suffered in silence, as if there was no joy or sorrow in his life. The only meaning of his life seems to be just for an obsession that can never be realized - to return to the past. Until the heaven and earth overturn, the devil approaches the blue clouds, and the disaster of annihilation envelopes the mountain gate. Amid everyone's despair and consternation, this young man who was regarded as a waste slowly stood up in front of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood. When he raised his head, the gentleness in his eyes had faded away, leaving only the unruliness that stirred up the storm. The dust-covered wooden sword made a dragon roar, and the lonely green bamboo reflected the shadow of the sky. "I have no intention of being in the world of mortals," he whispered, "but the world of mortals... Insists on crossing me."
He is the most famous trash in Qingyun Sect. Silent and docile, he has not made any progress in his cultivation in the past ten years. Amidst the bullying and pity, he lives like a cold stone. He is also the deepest mystery of Qingyun Sect. No one knew why he came, and no one could see what was hidden under his ancient well-like eyes. His classmates regarded him as a stepping stone and bullied him, but he just suffered in silence, as if there was no joy or sorrow in his life. The only meaning of his life seems to be just for an obsession that can never be realized - to return to the past. Until the heaven and earth overturn, the devil approaches the blue clouds, and the disaster of annihilation envelopes the mountain gate. Amid everyone's despair and consternation, this young man who was regarded as a waste slowly stood up in front of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood. When he raised his head, the gentleness in his eyes had faded away, leaving only the unruliness that stirred up the storm. The dust-covered wooden sword made a dragon roar, and the lonely green bamboo reflected the shadow of the sky. "I have no intention of being in the world of mortals," he whispered, "but the world of mortals... Insists on crossing me."