C1608 Swordless Emperor!

"Get lost, get lost! Do you think you are that green onion? Do you think you can meet the Sect Master?" One of the guards shouted angrily.

"But we have been growing immortal herbs and refining divine weapons for the Myriad Stars Sect for the past ten thousand years!" Winter was a little anxious.

"So what?" The guard said disdainfully