"My Lord God, please rest and don't starve yourself," said a villager here.
Seeing this situation, God Tu ran to the back of the temple, took out half a bread and handed it to Qi Yuan.
Qi Yuan turned his head away at the sight of the bread with bite marks on it. "Is this what you feed your God?"
All the villagers present burst into laughter.
"Lord God, it's not bad if there is something to eat!"
"Don't be picky, if you don't eat, there will be nothing left!"
These villagers seemed accustomed to this scene.
Qi Yuan looked at these villagers with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
He saw three divine infants and the rest were in the Golden Core phase.
With such strength, even in a powerful nation, they could form a large cultivation sect, and enjoy power and fortune.
In this world... they are having such a miserable life?
That's too bizarre.
Moreover, why are the cultivators here, including him, hungry?
"You, as my subjects, are really disappointing!", said Qi Yuan.
