Bai Xiu was recuperating in Dadu.
For the past few days, Lu Nanzhi and Gu Shen had maintained a Mental Link.
"The transaction time with the Church of Storms has been set—"
"The Holy City has unilaterally postponed the transaction by a week."
Lu Nanzhi frowned. "According to Wang Chong's intelligence, the transaction between Upper City and the Church of Storms should be tomorrow."
She did not quite understand.
Under such circumstances, changing the transaction time... wasn't that openly setting up Central Continent?
No.
Central Continent was not foolish either.
Both Upper City and the Ancient Text Society knew that the Church of Storms might very well renege on its debt.
Spring Plow stood where he was without moving. He merely turned his head slightly, looking at the man before him as he said heavily, "Those are merely dust from history. Once the Stormship launches, they will all be cast behind us, becoming fragments we can never see again... The apocalypse is coming. Only those who board the Stormship can survive."
Spring Plow Saint lowered his eyes and said coldly, "Although Ice Sea is relatively safe geographically, it... has no meaning. Before this Source Matter Storm, all seven continents are nothing more than fragile sheets of paper."
There were nearly a thousand names on the list. Meng Xizhou let out a soft sigh. Leaving the Frozen Sea... where could they go?
This mission gave these people a unified name.
Renault explained his plans to Meng Xizhou.
The Saint she relied on was none other than Spring Plow. "Enough. As for the Stormship, you will naturally learn about it once you board."
He continued, "If I remember correctly...
...you stayed in Tin Silver City for a long time before. If there is anything you cannot bear to leave behind, you still