Reverend Luoxia! I heard that you have just been rewarded by the Lingbao Tianzun in the super-large psychic mirage westward marcher, and you have obtained a Shangqing sword. Reverend Luoxia showed a reserved smile and said: Low-key! Low-key! It's all luck! Luck! On the side, Chuhe looked at the mustard seeds he had collected from the Western leader. There were several sets of Zhuxian swords, a dozen Tai Chi diagrams, and the Buddhist virtue golden lotus bloomed in the pond. The cubs of real dragons and phoenixes were all there. The animal pen kept chirping, waiting to be fed. I couldn't help showing a wry smile, am I too low-key? The only thing I am better than others is that I can go many times to the aura illusion that others may only go to once in a lifetime. Chuhe's inner monologue.