C227 A weird monk

The winds and clouds of this world changed unpredictably. The Nine Heavens were uneasy, and the thirteen prefectures were in an uproar.

"Master, the Xuanyuan Aotian is in the lower realms. It is said that some sword spirit has returned."

In the bamboo forest, a mischievous girl around the age of seventeen or eighteen, with a ponytail, and a sledgehammer on her shoulder, walked into the room