He explained the dilemma of shortage of manpower.

In fact, he had suggested earlier that Yang Yi recruit more disciples from the Demon-Slaying Pavilion, which not only can maintain the existing industry, but also further expand the scale.

But Yang Yi always worried that it would affect his fellow students' practice and had not yet decided.

"Thank you all these days." Yang Yi patted Liao Yihai on the shoulder, "I have my own concerns about this."

Looking at Liao Yihai's tired expression, Yang Yi sighed in his heart.

Liao Yihai and the others did their best, but they couldn't always help them.

...

In the gate of the imperial world, the sea of ​​golden patterns sways in the wind.

Yang Yi stood with his hands behind his back, looked around the empty orchard, and suddenly cleared his throat: "Today I call everyone for a short meeting."

As soon as he finished speaking, the silent flowers burst into pieces:

"The meeting was held again? Didn't it just happen yesterday?"

"It's so noisy! I'm basking in the sun!"

"Oh, I haven't watered it today..."

“…”

These complaints came from the flowers, plants and trees!

It turned out that in order to solve the problem of insufficient manpower, Yang Yi had a flash of inspiration - since what he needed is a "trustworthy" supervisor, why bother to be a human?

The nectar talisman in his hand is the best solution.

But the berry that only curses before is obviously not enough.

After repeated trials, he focused his target on the golden pattern flowers. As the parent plant, their spirituality is much more abundant than that of the fruit.

The first golden patterned flower that was sarcasticated for half an hour.

From the resentment of being picked from fruits to the anger of tourists trampling on them, the grievances that have been held back for many years poured out.

Yang Yi frowned when he heard this - Why are the spiritual plants on the Imperial Gate all like gunpowder?
Chapter completed!