Flood

Pan Yun entrusted all three seagoing ships to Zhang Weiyi and Qu Le. In truth, she was indirectly entrusting them to the Celestial Master's Mansion and the Martial Arts Alliance, which also counted as fulfilling their agreement.

Pan Yun said, "Of the three ships, one has been promised to the Navy government office and the Prefect. The other two can carry passengers at twenty taels per person. For cargo, I'll charge you thirty percent below market price."

Though they knew full well that Pan Yun was using them as unpaid labor, they still had to put their hearts into the work.

After all, she did not charge the people the Celestial Master's Mansion and Martial Arts Alliance sent to take over the harbor and silver mine. She counted them as partners.

By handing the ships to them instead of the Navy government office and the Prefect, she had given them another bargaining chip as well.

For that alone, they could not let her suffer a loss. They had to make every effort to arrange these three ships properly.

That night, Pan Yun took her three nephew-disciples and flew back to Mount Sanqing.

The darkness concealed the Three Treasures Cauldron well, allowing them to fly low as they returned. Thus, they saw the common people sleeping out in the wild because their homes had been destroyed.

Scattered bonfires burned in the darkness. Nearby wealthy households had brought food to provide relief, setting up stoves and boiling porridge in enormous pots.

As Pan Yun flew over their heads, she could even smell the fragrance of porridge. The disaster victims lining up with bowls in hand seemed to sense something and looked up, but saw only the moon hanging in the eastern sky.

"Today is the eighteenth, right? The moon is only missing