Wu Yao turned around and saw a rather familiar face. He tugged his lips, smiled, and asked, "Oh, Eleventh Deity, why are you here?"
He glanced at the Heavenly Gate.
Nobody came up at this time.
The Heaven Gate was opened for a year. Those who could come had long come. Why would they wait until now?
Qiu Tong looked at him coldly. "I should be the one asking you that. You've come here every day for the past few months. What exactly do you want?"
It wasn't his first or second day noticing this Wu Yao. The latter didn't cultivate or go somewhere else, as if he was bound to stand guard here.
In the beginning, Qiu Tong was still worried that he wanted to do something. But after staring at him for a while, he realized that Wu Yao really did not do anything. He just stood here and stared at the Heaven Gate. Once he looked at it, it would be a whole day or even a few days.
