I won't cultivate, not in this life

The old ancestor's joining caused the weakest to be kicked out of the toilet. Although it was a small matter, it caused a commotion.

"What?" yang Wanzhen panicked. He felt that his status was threatened.

However, to the elder ancestor, he was really lost. He stood in front of the toilet with a rag in his hand, not knowing where to start.

"Newcomer, don't just stand there. Hurry up and clean the toilet. The disciples will need to go to the toilet after they finish their cultivation. If you can't do it, then get lost. This place doesn't accept trash." Yang Wanzhen gave him a sidelong glance with a look of disdain. Then, with a flick of his wrist, the rag seemed to come to life. He wiped it away with his palm, and the dust disappeared. The surface of the rag was clean, bright, and pleasing to the eye.

During this period of time, Yang Wan had realized that cleaning the toilet was also a form of cultivation. It was not that simple.

BOOM!

The distance shook.