Hermit Cave.
Zhou Yi stood with his hands behind his back, his expression profound and unfathomable.
Prime Minister Turtle stood to one side, craning his neck nervously, as if hatching some mischievous plan.
He Dong and the others emerged from the formation, their bodies covered in scorch marks, their breath weak, their mana almost completely drained.
"We pay our respects to Senior Tang."
"Mm."
Zhou Yi's gaze swept over them and he said, "On account of Real Person He's face, I will allow you to cultivate in the cave for the time being. The four or five acres of spirit fields outside, I leave to you to plant. How much you harvest is entirely up to your ability."
"We thank Senior for your great kindness."
He Dong knew that there were no free benefits in the Cultivation World and bowed deeply, "If there is anything Senior requires, just command us, and we shall give it our all."
Zhou Yi nodded slightly, it was simple to speak with smart people.
