After the words were spoken.
The body swayed.
Returned to the backyard.
It was a while before everyone raised their heads.
After exchanging glances, their eyes all fell on Temple Priest Yangg and Auntie Qiuo.
Speaking of devotion,
Uncle Yangg had stayed in the Divine Temple even during the drought years, never leaving.
The Yangg Family had guarded the Divine Temple for hundreds of years.
If we only consider devotion, Uncle Yangg is the inevitable choice.
Some quick-witted people immediately approached:
"Uncle Yangg, you finally made it, good times are just around the corner."
"Indeed, Uncle Yangg, after becoming an Immortal, don't forget us old friends."
"Uncle Yangg, shouldn't the grand ceremony three days from now be even more grand? After all, it's the day you receive the Immortal Technique."
"Yes indeed."
"....."
Everyone surrounded Uncle Yangg, talking all at once.
Uncle Yangg wasn't a saint.
