In the great world of martial arts, geniuses are everywhere, and there is endless involution.
The secret realm was opened, everyone risked their lives to fight for the genius and treasure, the sects competed, and countless warriors fought to the death for fame.
Only the boy with the cat stayed in the lotus pond at the outer gate all day long, keeping company with the cat without fighting or taking the lead.
Not seeking advancement and doing nothing is Wu Zheng's label.
"Later..."
The old man guarding the mountain recalled: "A sword flew out of the lotus pond, and the sword shone across the Thirteen Continents. That day, the immortals fell like rain."
"By the way, there is also the white cat named Nuomi, sleeping in the clouds and mist."
