Ganhe Lower Courtyard.
Training Ground atop the mountain north of the valley entrance.
Mo Wuzhou stood respectfully before the incense table.
Rong Qiu's figure appeared upon a curtain woven from wisps of green smoke.
"Before long, a group from Hundred Crafts Hall will secretly head to Ganhe Lower Courtyard."
"Find them a secluded location and let them focus on building the Deep Dive Ferry."
Mo Wuzhou's expression turned grave. "Master, are we really moving the entire sect to Haizhou?"
Rong Qiu sighed. "Ancient texts contain scattered records saying that Earth Spirit Vital Qi is like waves, with peaks and troughs."
"Unfortunately, we were born in a year of great change, and Yunzhou has fallen into the bottom of the tide."
"We can only prepare early and chase the tide of vital qi if we want a chance to keep cultivating."
Mo Wuzhou nodded solemnly. "Rest assured, Master. I will guard Ganhe Lower Courtyard well."
"Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Your Senior Brother Liang Yi has gone to Stone Cave Lower Courtyard, and what he is doing is similar to yours."
"Jilong Dao cannot place all its hopes in one place. We have prepared several alternatives." Rong Qiu comforted him gently.
Mo Wuzhou immediately relaxed.
Rong Qiu chuckled, then her expression turned stern. "Be careful of people causing trouble. Your Martial Uncle Song has already begun investigating."
"These people have mysterious origins. We still do not know which Daoist sect they belong to, so you must stay on guard."
Mo Wuzhou frowned, immediately thinking of the group of Black-Clad Strangers he had encountered at Jilong Mountain.
After answering several of Mo Wuzhou's cultivation questions, Rong Qiu's figure slowly faded away.
"Humans really are cunning," Black Smoke Monster Tu suddenly remarked.
"On the surface, they sent you to this