"The king has let down a woman, don't let down the second one again."

Cao Yi said.

The Witch King pursed his lips and lowered his head in shame.

Cao Yi's eyes turned to worship the moon, "Does the leader still pray for rain?"

Baiyue did not move this time, "The Taoist priest seems to care about my prayer for rain?"

If you don’t pray for rain, how can I tear off your sacred cloak that has been around for decades?

How to replace Taoism?

Of course, this is what I say in my heart.

"Nanzhao has a drought throughout the country, and the people suffer. I am naturally worried as a person who comes out."

Cao Yi said solemnly.

Many people cast friendly eyes.

"It's useless to be in a state of grief. You can pray for rain. Can you pray for rain?"

A believer in the Moon Worship Church questioned.

He had long disliked Cao Yi.

Dozens of believers of the Moon Worship Sect who also disliked Cao Yi followed suit and spoke out.
Chapter completed!