The moon is rising, and a few lonely stars are reflected in it.

Yu Qing went back to the Immortal Residence and quickly packed his luggage.

The furniture in the house had fallen to dust, and cobwebs were hanging from the corners.

Since she moved here, she has either been away from the sect for a long time, or she has been running around day and night after returning to the sect, and when she occasionally rests, she can't wait to stay in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and rarely comes here to rest, so naturally she has never cleaned it.

She let out a long sigh, after all, she was the sect master

"Senior Sister is obviously super strong but dedicated to cultivating ruthless Dao" Fifty-six, parting is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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