While I Was Chopping Firewood, the Whole Sect Was Kneeling and Calling Out to Their Ancestor.

——Four Spiritual Roots? It's a seal; Sweeping the floor? It is rewriting the sect's precepts; Even the meat buns that Su Qingyao sent every day were filled with a wisp of Jianxin Zhenhuo that had been scattered in his previous life. Until the night when the evil calamity came, the woodshed door was knocked open by the bloody light. He put down the axe, dusted the sawdust on his sleeves, and said softly: "What are you arguing about? I... Haven't finished chopping today's firewood yet."