Respect the dead (1)

His arrogant attitude was intolerable.

The Vice sacred Lord's heart was burning with anger.

However, he had no choice but to suppress his anger and force a smile. "Then, we will do as you say."

Even if he only gave it to a few good-for-nothing disciples, it would still be of some use.

Only then did Yan feiqing's expression ease. He stood up and said, ""I'm going to tour the star cloud sacred land after I've eaten and drunk my fill. Does anyone have any objections?"

If it was just a tour, of course, they would not have any objections.

He was probably looking for trouble.

At that time.

Ten thousand miles away.

When Xia qingchen saw that they weren't far from the Holy Land, he kept the spatial Nirvana artifact to avoid being exposed.

He changed to walking.

However, he had only taken a few steps when a strong wind suddenly blew over his head. The ancient trees fluttered like waves.

He looked up.