They all understand.

The troubles of old farmers.

They have also thought about it.

But...it's just a thought. After all, with their level and cultivation, they will rely on the source and continue to enjoy the benefits brought by this status as the Chosen One now and for a long time to come!

"so."

The old farmer sighed, glanced at the chosen one who spoke first, and said disappointedly: "You are just the lowest-level existence, how can you understand the value of freedom?"

"Senior, I..."

Before he finished speaking, a trace of great power quietly fell, and before the chosen one had time to react, he quietly turned into a wisp of fly ash and dissipated in front of everyone's eyes!

See this scene.

The scalps of the other chosen ones are numb!

It's hard for them to understand!
Chapter completed!