Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The Divine General looked around and said calmly, “I can authorize you to run amok in this world with the power of the herb garden.”

The Sword Dao commander of the herb garden.

He relied on the power of the herb garden to dominate the Ancient Cloud Galaxy.

The Divine General’s voice resounded for thousands of miles.

Countless cultivators heard his words.

“The ancient herb garden wants to enter the cultivation world as a force?” A Daoist in a green robe exclaimed.

“There are countless spiritual herbs in the herb garden. There are also precious immortal herbs. There are even ancient divine generals guarding it. If it really enters the world, it will instantly become a huge force,” a white-haired old man said in a low voice with a gloomy expression.

“Hmph, even ancient experts can’t hold it in anymore?” An old man in a golden robe said softly from thousands of miles away with his hands behind his back.

For a moment, everyone was waiting for Han Muye’s answer.

As long as Han Muye agreed, a large faction would appear in the Ancient Cloud Galaxy.

As long as Han Muye agreed, he could become the spokesperson of a large faction.

Such an opportunity could be said to have reached the heavens in a single step.

“Submit?”

Han Muye looked at the arrogant Divine General in front of him and shook his head gently.

“In the Ancient Divine Court, you’re just a herb garden worker. You don’t even have the qualifications to enter the court. Who gave you the right to be so arrogant and make me submit?”

Don’t hit people in the face.

One should not expose one’s shortcomings when scolding others.

Han Muye’s words tore off the mystery and nobility of this Divine Court general.

The Ancient Divine Herb Garden had always been a special existence in the Ancient Cloud Galaxy.

This was because the ancient divine court had long disappeared. In the eyes of cultivators, everything here was an existence that future generations looked up to.

It only appeared once in the past thousand years. Every time, there would be a treasure land where countless spiritual herbs were produced. The guardian of this place had an incomparable loftiness in the hearts of cultivators.

However, at this moment, in Han Muye’s words, this expert who was comparable to a Divine Venerable was actually just a small servant. He was a fellow who was not even qualified to enter the Divine Court.

Why should such a guy be respected?

In the void, all sorts of divine senses interweaved.

“You’re courting death.” The Divine General gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with anger.

For countless years, he lived a carefree and detached life. Even though he was unable to leave the medicinal garden, the power that the medicinal garden had bestowed upon him had caused him to forget his former lowly state.