When song qingxiao came over, the cultivators sitting by the river tried to get up. She gestured for everyone to sit where they were.
"There's still time, let's rest for a while."
Other than the swordsmen and elves who were slightly better off, the rest of the Saints who had lost their magic were even worse off than ordinary believers.
After finding the underground river, he was no longer in a hurry. He could rest for a while to replenish his energy.
When everyone heard her words, they couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief.
Even though everyone was willing to rush on with their faith, adoration, and favorable impression of song qingxiao, they were all exhausted. It would be great if they could rest.
The cultivators 'gazes became even more intimate. Song qingxiao chose a place not far from the cultivator, released his hand, and sat down opposite him.
