Little Noodle or Little Stick

Yun Chujiu took the black stick and carried it with a valiant spirit. Yes, she carried it away!

'F*ck! Why is this damn broken stick so heavy?!'

Yun Chujiu used all her strength to barely carry it and staggered away with the stick.

Master Xuanyuan and the others looked at Yun Chujiu's back and the corners of their eyes twitched. No matter how they looked at this Yun Chujiu, it just didn't make sense. Could Patriarch Linghua have made a mistake?!

A few elders filled the soil back in and then carefully covered the green stone slab on it again. Seeing that there were no traces left, they all dispersed.

Feng Ming was stunned for a long time before he also left in a daze.

Yun Chujiu cursed as she walked, "F*ck! I'm just looking for trouble for myself. Such a broken stick is not only useless, it's also so heavy! I might as well throw it here!"