Divine Manifestation
Editor: Atlas Studios
This time, the Monet Dynasty would probably be buried with the Ultimate God.
At that time, it would make no difference whether he, the monarch, did it or not.
Time passed minute by minute.
Although the sky was covered in endless blood rain, as the light became darker, the half a day was approaching.
In Tong City, the commoners who were digging the river had already rushed back.
The crowd gathered in front of the ancestral hall gradually expanded from the size of thousands of people half a day ago to tens of thousands.
Looking over, there were heads everywhere.
The old man did not notice this at all.
For half a day, he chatted with the magistrate and nagged about how he had increased the rent a few days ago.
The harvest this season was not good. After paying the rent, there was not much food left at home.
After saying these bad things, the old man turned around and spoke happily. His grandson had already begun to study.