"Disciple Qin Yun, please see the Patriarch!"

Walking in front of the most majestic fairy palace, the god-man who can walk safely in the void has a respectful attitude, which can even be called humility.

"Come in!"

A distant and indifferent voice without any emotion sounded in the ear of the god.

When Qin Yun heard this voice, he lowered his head and stepped among them with a steady pace. Then he spoke in a low voice and reported what he had seen and heard during his trip.

"... When the disciple returned, he saw Guangyi Bodhisattva going to that heaven and earth, and seemed to have released something into it!"

After reporting what he saw and heard about the world he visited, Qin Yun reported another thing in a low voice.

"They actually still have food in their hands. When I visited them before, they claimed that they didn't have it. Those bald thieves dared to deceive me. I will record this account for the time being, but they will use those delicious little things.

It’s quite appropriate to use it here!”

There were waves in that indifferent voice, but the desire revealed in it made the god who stood with his hands down feel shuddering.

Everything that happened on this calamity ark cannot be hidden from the immortals and gods who are still alive and lucky enough to survive today. It is considered an open secret.

In addition to being used to maintain the Tao system, these disciples and even their mounts also have another identity, which is to reserve grain. When the loss of the Ark reaches a certain limit, their identities will automatically change.

Those who can survive until now, in addition to being loved by their respective teachers, are like the old turtle guarding the door at the foot of the mountain, with almost no consumption. Under such circumstances, the group of high-ranking Taoist ancestors and Buddhas do not mind.

Leave them alone. After all, the Ark is too quiet and they will feel bored.
Chapter completed!