The Qian Ding Sect was bustling with activity as they renovated their estate.
Chen Muxue, looking quite messy, set up a makeshift clay stove from afar, glanced at the straw hut behind her, and felt an inexplicable sense of bleakness.
She was really silly, truly. With the money earned from the restaurant, after experiencing a torrential rain, Chen Muxue immediately spent the silver to hire people to repair the house.
But she overlooked a place for herself to stay, fortunately, the workers set up a temporary straw hut for them. Now, the five members of the Qian Ding Sect plus one cat were huddled in the hut waiting for the workers to finish renovating their residence.
If this happened in any other sect, it probably wouldn't occur. But the Qian Ding Sect's yard barely had two sections, what could they do?
It's said that a hundred years ago, the scope of the Qian Ding Sect was vast, this little courtyard was just the tip of the iceberg, and then... there was no "then".
