The eyes of everyone in the center of the scene flickered, and Di Yelei was also a bit surprised. Instead, a hint of understanding showed on Di Hongyuan's face nearby. This elder Daoist had such a deep mind!
The elder Daoist laughed heartily, casually tossing away the chicken wing in his hand.
"This is my only request! His Majesty can rest assured, wealth for us cultivators is no different from manure."
"Very well! I promise you, once I have quelled the civil strife, I will erect a Taoist temple for you in South City, and personally write an inscription for it. How about it?"
Only then did the elder Daoist get up satisfied: "Immeasurable Life Venerable! This poor Taoist here thanks His Majesty."
