After them, the flying chariot landed.
The cultivators looked at the pilgrims who were still running across them with their heads lowered, and their faces were impatient and cold. However, everyone still turned their heads slightly to look at the man on the flying chariot.
King Cheng hugged the two girls with both hands and frowned. ""This mountain path isn't clean, how can I offer incense?"
The disciples of the Fenghua Royal Sect naturally understood.
It was not clean because there was dust.
Dust was the ants that had yet to leave.
In that case, he would just clean it up so that the dust would not waste his master's precious time.
How to clean it?
Since there were cliffs on both sides of the mountain path, it was better to sweep away all the dust that blocked his eyes.
