Gengyin District, outside the Pavilion.
As the Black-Clad Supervisor announced the abandonment of the Lower Courtyard, forty or fifty people immediately broke into a noisy discussion.
"Can we still grow Yellow Sprout Rice in the mountains?" an honest-looking old man asked worriedly.
"Didn't they say we'd be reclaiming wasteland?" his companion interjected.
"Wouldn't that mean starting all over again?" The old man's expression turned ugly.
The Jilong Dao Lower Courtyard had been gradually renovated and built up over several centuries.
To reclaim a new patch of land and restore it to its current state would be harder than ascending to heaven!
"What happened to the Upper Courtyard?" someone shouted.
The chaotic crowd fell silent at once, and Chen Mu could not help pricking up his ears.
"Before I came here, we still hadn't established contact with the Upper Courtyard."
"All we know is that fierce fighting is taking place in the direction of the Upper Courtyard. As for the outcome..." The Black-Clad Supervisor shook his head.
Thinking of that Black Dragon, whose mere flight overhead had made them tremble in terror, everyone's hearts sank beneath a shadow.
The Upper Courtyard's fate was unknown. If Jilong Dao fell apart like this, then the Jilong Dao Lower Courtyard would be nothing more than a leaking ship!
If they followed them into the mountains to seek refuge, the final outcome...
For a time, the surroundings fell silent.
"Didn't Chongshan Dao already leave? Why do we still have to go into the mountains? What if we run into demon beasts?" someone whispered in the crowd.
The Black-Clad Supervisor regained his composure. "This is the Supervisor's order. You may decide for yourselves."
"If we stay, does that mean we won't have to pay land rent?" someone suddenly asked in an excited whisper.
The crowd went