"Very good."
Wang Ye nodded with satisfaction, then turned and left casually.
The next second, he appeared atop Buddha Peak.
It was already late spring, the snow on Tianyong Mountain had melted, and the sky was clear with not a cloud in sight.
Sunlight fell on Wang Ye's black robe, bringing a sensation of heat.
Looking up, Wang Ye saw that it was already late morning.
"It's so late, the disciples of Buddha Peak should have awakened and started cultivating by now."
Gazing at the sun in the sky, Wang Ye murmured to himself.
Upon arriving at Buddha Square, there were indeed many disciples diligently cultivating.
Due to the fine weather, with the spring breeze blowing, it was quite suitable for sleep, causing a few disciples to start closing their eyes while cultivating.
The intense drowsiness forced the eyelids of these disciples to droop.
Seeing this, Wang Ye shook his head slightly, wondering what these disciples did last night to still be sleepy while cultivating.
