"Little ancestor, Qingyuan is at war!" A disciple of Qingyuan Sect said helplessly.
This little ancestor does whatever she pleases.
Feng Yaya blinked her eyes: "Eh?"
She knew nothing, only remembered a big peacock, then fell asleep, and when she woke up, she felt full of malice from a hateful ghost, and couldn't help but punch him away.
