The incessant heavy rain had been going on for several days.
The jackal emerged from the temple, his gaze cold and merciless.
"Sir!" The commander of the temple guard stepped forward, his face full of reverence.
"How is the village below?" asked the jackal.
These past few days, he had been busy dealing with the matter of the epidemic.
The temple guard's countenance was grave: "The village... as of today, it has all fallen into the hands of the Qing Shui Village."
The jackal was slightly surprised when he heard this, "This Origin Emperor is quite bold."
Him allowing the Origin Emperor to conquer these villages' new gods showed his deliberate indulgence.
Nevertheless, even if he was indulgent, other ancient gods would not dare to do so.
Take, for example, the ancient god Ruoyu of Shisha Town, who maintained a low profile, similar to a quail, never provoking new gods.
"Sir, should I take some guards and capture him?" The commander of the temple guards asked.
