When did Taoist weapons become so valuable?

Bah! What are you thinking? Isn’t it important to save the local bun now?

Yao Yaoyao gritted her teeth and said again, "Thank you, master, but master, are you really not going to save Qin Meng?"

Taoist Yifeng smiled.

He shook his head, took a bite of the apple, and continued, "Do you think he is so easy to be knocked down? I grew up watching him. How much does he have? Don't I know yet?

Not to mention the Eighth Sect of the Gods, as long as he wants to, he can dismantle the underworld."

Yao Yaoyao: “…”

Yao Yaoyao is now confused.

Why do the masters of the local buns speak one by one?

I don't understand at all.

"Master, what do you mean is that Qin Meng will be fine?" Yao Yaoyao asked again.

"Well, he won't be in trouble, don't worry about him, but then again, I'm hungry, do you have something to eat?"

Taoist Yifeng asked.

"Ah? Yes, I'll get it for the master immediately."

Yao Yaoyao was about to leave the room.
Chapter completed!