Lingxi Town at the foot of Lingjian Mountain is still in a desolate and desolate scene. Without the economic driving force of the Immortal Ascension Conference, Lingxi Town was immediately knocked back to its original shape. However, the residents of the town obviously do not care whether the town is prosperous or not, and they are still in good order.

They all lived their comfortable lives.

As residents of the Spirit Sword Sect at the foot of the mountain, these hundreds of people are neither monks nor simple mortals. Each one of them has a rich story. If you dig into it carefully,

There was no time to explore such insignificant branch plots! Wang Lu rushed into the core building of Lingxi Town, Home Inn.

"Madam boss, is the lady boss here?!"

"Damn, what's that? It's hard to lie down and sleep for a while."

The proprietress behind the counter weakly threw the rag in her hand: "Didn't you go out for training? Why did you come back? Is your IQ down?"

When Wang Lu saw a familiar face, he was extremely surprised: "Sister Ling!!!"

"Damn, don't scream so disgustingly, who is your sister Ling..." The landlady lazily raised her eyelids and was stunned when she saw Wang Lu.

It’s okay to be tired and exhausted... This was the first time the landlady saw hesitation on Wang Lu’s face.

Obviously, the young man had a huge problem hidden in his heart. Since he could not solve it by himself, he returned to the mountain... to ask for help, right?

However, in the two and a half years since he started, has this guy ever been trapped by any problems? Really not! It has only been more than a week since he went down the mountain. What happened to him that gave him such a big blow?

Little Ling'er frowned, fully utilizing her more than thirty years of life experience...
Chapter completed!