Chapter 117 After the Rainfall_2

Isn't this the same old routine again?

Hee Huan suspected that the past cleansing wasn't thorough enough and that there were still some old legacies lingering in secret.

The Daoist boy had tears in his eyes, sobbing as he reported his Skill Teaching Senior Brother's Dao name, his lineage, his master, and his grandmaster.

This is the cultivator's household, from the sect to the master to the grandmaster.

"Alright, you guys can go back."

The Daoist boy carried the lunchbox, saying: "The two Daoist Elders need three meals a day."

"Missing one meal won't kill them."

Hee Huan waved his hand, directly sending the two small Daoist boys away from the Spiritual Peak, lest they ruin the brothers' good times.

He looked at the palace from a distance of ten or more miles away, isolated like a sentinel in a fifty-mile radius, not even allowing a bird to enter.