Shi Qiluo led the gods of Father’s heavenly palace to check the various divine weapons. His voice was loud and clear as it came from afar. “Emperor Yanxiu, the grade of your divine weapons isn’t high. I want to bet a little on these goods!”
Ling Yuxiu’s voice came over, “Exalted God, our goods in eternal peace are already the lowest of all the heavens! Other than eternal peace, no other heavens can give you such a price! If you lower the price a little more, eternal peace will have no profits and even wages will be hard to spend! “Eh, the one who herds the cows... heavenly venerate mu!”
Her eyes lit up. When she saw Qin Mu walking over and almost called out the words ‘herding the cows’, she suddenly came to a realization and changed her words.