"The mortals in the vast Ten Thousand River Mountains were arguing at a rapid pace, with hundreds of people speaking at once, Wei Yuan listened for a while and couldn't stand it. It was almost like listening to hundreds of fingernails scraping on a porcelain bottle."
"However, there was still something to be gleaned from the quarrel. For example, Wei Yuan now knew that the Ice Crystal Divine Wood was actually a kind of tea tree..."
"Regarding the life of mortals in Dao Foundation, Wei Yuan hadn't planned to interfere, but the endless bickering between the two groups of followers became too much to bear, and he had no choice but to convey a thought, ordering them to shut up."
"With the thought dispatched, tranquility was finally restored."