"Hehe."
Ling Su captured the reverence of the crowd in her eyes and looked contentedly at the long line of kneeling figures. As she clenched her five fingers, a faint yellow mist gathered and condensed into a Hundred Tribulations Golden Pill in her palm.
The bountiful harvest had seemingly washed away the displeasure in this True Monarch's heart, bringing a smile to her face.
But when she caught sight of the young man behind her from the corner of her eye, Ling Su couldn't help but roll her eyes, as if a fly had found its way into a delectable dish, extremely irksome.
The disciples of Lingxu Cave finally began distributing grain. Each time they grabbed a handful from a small pouch, numerous figures surged forward, crowding the area completely.
