Whether you starve to death or not is none of my business.

soon.

The bronze basin in front of Zishan was filled with gold by the people.

"Master Zishan, this is my family's last remaining possession! Whether you can successfully pray for rain and whether my family can survive depends on your abilities."

"Rest assured, brother! Even if it costs me my life, I will do everything I can to bring this rain for the people."

Ye Qianqian pouted.

"When you said that, your eyes were fixed on the gold in front of you. Were you afraid that it would grow wings and fly away?"

"However, this gold looks quite substantial. It adds up to almost a pound. We can't let the common people's savings be swindled away by this so-called master!"

"I, Ye Qianqian, am here today to stop you from harvesting leeks, and to make you vomit up all the leeks you've eaten before!"

Purple Robe has already fooled most of the gold swindlers.

So he said...

"Everyone, please disperse and wait at home."

"The heavy rain will come in an hour."

"I am about to perform the ritual, and the scene must not be seen by anyone. Otherwise, I will fail to bring rain and will be punished by the heavens. In that case, I will be sorry to all of you!"

Ye Qianqian was so angry she almost laughed.

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a fine excuse! Once the people have dispersed, you'll quickly pack up the gold and run away!"

The people heard this.

He immediately stood up and prepared to leave.

A smug smile appeared on the purple-robed man's face.

Foolish humans! Whether this heavy rain comes or not is up to your fate! It has nothing to do with me!