Jing Yao's remark killed the conversation.
The gods of Taiwei Constellation held their breath, silent.
Zhen Yuanzi, the "talkative log," seemed to actually become a log, sitting there motionless.
'To beat the frivolous, be more frivolous. It's been a while since I've been to the Taiwei Constellation, still the same old feeling!' Taiyi inwardly sighed with emotion after logging back in using his big brother's account.
He looked up at the dome, gazing at the rotating stars there, lost in thought.
Xuanqing propped his chin with his hand, his gaze profound.
Luo Hou leaned against his divine throne, resting with closed eyes.
Other Upper Venerables all lowered their heads, seemingly admiring the patterns on the table.
As if misunderstanding the strange atmosphere, Jing Yao Venerable excitedly said: "Jidou once said 'silence is golden,' so I will take your silence as consent!"
"Once the meeting of the Taiwei Constellation is dismissed, I will distribute one pill to each of you!"
