"Pa!"
In the hall, someone raised his hand and slapped himself hard.
He wanted to make sure that he was not dreaming.
Even the sage Emperor on his Dragon Throne blinked hard, then widened his eyes and looked forward.
He was completely dumbfounded.
There was no benefit at all, and these seven old monsters were still praising little Jiu so much, even saying that there was a Saint in the world, they were simply bragging to the heavens!
Were these seven old monsters stupid?
Could it be that they had cultivated some mantras to the point of losing their minds?
"Please accept our allegiance, spiritking!"
The seven of them praised passionately for a while before stopping. Their faces were not red, and their hearts were not beating fast. It was as if they were speaking from the bottom of their hearts.
The sage Emperor was dazed for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.
