At ten o'clock in the morning, Chen Yang finally worshipped the God Emperor.

At this time, the sun was shining in the courtyard outside the temple, and the old mulberry trees were full of branches and leaves. Sunlight penetrates the branches and leaves and shines on the ground.

It's a beautiful spring.

In Chen Yang's mind, 10 million grass-mud horses galloped past. Had he known how troublesome it was to worship God, he would not have spent the night in this realm. As long as you leave the realm, you don't need to worship the god.

Anyway, it's okay to make sure that there are only twelve times a year...