As the two were arguing, Li Jing had already led his subordinate deities and Yasha to the river's surface.
Looking at the bustling crowd of believers in the distance, Li Jing nodded his head in satisfaction.
After a period of propaganda and fermenting, the name of Qingshui God Mo Ao had become familiar to the masses. Therefore, many liked to gather near the temples.
The dispute between the merchants and farmers also attracted many onlookers, which created the bustling scene.
"Master! Are we really going to stir up the winds and clouds? Now that the fruits and crops are ripe, any slight mistake could cause unimaginable loss. By then, I'm afraid Master will certainly be blamed!"
Wang Lietian looked in the direction of the farmland and said with worry.
Li Jing wasn't surprised by Wang Lietian's concerns; the fruits and crops in the fields were ripe, and if they were swept away by a violent wind at this time, it would indeed cause irreparable losses.
