When Han Yu still hadn't understood what the Wiseman meant, several people were already showing strange expressions.
Among them were naturally the perceptive Quan Xiaotong, or the old master and apprentice pair who had some suspicions.
Han Yu was still sneering, "What else could it mean? I'm working for you people, providing you with Qi Fortune, cleaning up your messes."
The Wiseman kept coughing, as if he was choked by Han Yu. A moment later, he angrily scolded.
"Your combat talent is incredibly high, but in some aspects, you're foolish beyond belief. It seems even the Heavenly Dao can't make everything perfect sometimes."
As the Wiseman scolded, those few people silently nodded in agreement.
"Yama Hall has the grindstone, Celestial Dao Sect has the Celestial River, and you, you also have one."
"All three objects of the Heavenly Dao are on you, and you still don't understand?"
