"You ten people, take care of all the firewood for the Tianyuan Sect, and if there's any shortage, don't blame me for being harsh with you!"
When Li Xiaoqiang and his group heard these words from the middle-aged man, they were all dumbfounded. Damn it, you tell us to chop wood, we have no complaints, but there's a division of labor? And it's actually quite strict.
At this moment, Li Xiaoqiang really felt like a worker in the Mortal World, but this middle-aged man was the steward sent by the Tianyuan Sect to manage Li Xiaoqiang and those with lower-grade spirit roots.
Li Xiaoqiang couldn't oppose him, after all, it's the sect's rule.
Though everyone had complaints in their hearts, none of them dared to voice them, only holding them inside.
After the middle-aged man left, Li Xiaoqiang and the others began to express their dissatisfaction.
"After all, we're Immortals, yet here we are chopping wood. Damn it, this is a humiliation to our dignity."
