Lin Shuyou: "Think about it from another angle; we have no room for regression now. Look at Chen Jing following the Three-eyed Kid, I believe the premise is that Brother Xiao Yuan doesn't want to recruit newcomers anymore."
Child: "That's true, at least it's not like the Womb of the Earth Bodhisattva in the beginning, constantly recruiting new Yin Gods."
At that moment, Li Zhiyuan's gaze sharpened.
From the Peach Forest, there was also a faint "ha."
Li Zhiyuan said nothing, waved his right hand, the paper lotus bloomed, and after a burst of firelight, turned into ashes.
"Alright, they've reincarnated, now we can proceed to the next step."
Lin Shuyou widened his eyes.
The child thought to himself, "Eh..."
Lin Shuyou: "What's wrong?"
Li Zhiyuan's peripheral glance swept over.
Child: "Ha!"
Lin Shuyou: "What?"
Child: "Clearing my throat."
