This is a sure path to death.
Village Chief Yu Lei's expression remained composed but dark, and he finally said, "Let's go, follow them!"
About two-thirds of the villagers present chose to follow the village chief.
As for the others, they couldn't be bothered to watch the commotion.
After all, the fate of the deity was already sealed. It would be better to go home and have some cornbread.
"Lord deity, are you Qi Yuan?" On the way, Shen Tu asked in disbelief.
During his last sleep, he seemed to have heard the title Qi Yuan.
"Yes." Qi Yuan looked at Shen Tu, "As a proud Divine Infant cultivator, how did you end up so miserable?"
Qi Yuan found it hard to understand.
"I have unreliable support, no money, no food," Shen Tu weakly replied.
The unreliable support he was referring to was the god worshiped by Qing Shui Village.
"Generally speaking, when one reaches the Foundation Establishment Stage, isn't eating unnecessary?" Qi Yuan asked.
