Qin Yi raised his hand and put the token into the storage ring.
Xiahou Jun and the others were filled with shock, really curious about where Qin Yi hid his things.
Mu Lingchen spoke up, "Qin Yi, now that we can be considered a force, we must have a name, and it's up to you to decide."
"I've already thought it over, let's call it the Peace Army." Qin Yi raised his head and smiled.
"Peace Army, bringing peace to the chaotic world, a good name." Mu Lingchen nodded.
The people tasted the name and nodded in agreement, thinking it was a good name.
Just then, Xuanwu and the others had already finished cooking.
"Let's eat. After that, we'll leave, lest old Xuanwu gets annoyed, that old man is not just a little stingy."
The crowd wanted to laugh but didn't dare, after all, not everyone could joke about the Guardian God like Qin Yi.
The food was simple, a pot meal.
These young prodigies, each holding a bowl, squatting on the ground to eat, looked quite spectacular.
