Guan Xi's answer was to meet again in ten days, at this same tea house and private room.
After ending his meeting with Guan Xi, Wang Ping did not return to Thousand Wood Temple. Instead, he headed for the drought-stricken northern regions to see the state of the disaster area for himself, while arranging to meet Rongyang and Zhi Gong.
In truth, the northern drought was still mainly a man-made disaster. Several hundred Qi practitioners dispatched by the Dao Palace took turns guiding the Fire Spirit and managing the farms, so basic food and clothing could still be guaranteed. Unfortunately, as soon as these people arrived, the local noble families pulled them into their fold, using the rewards granted by the Dao Palace to make them work for the noble families.
On top of that, with no Imperial Court supervision, conflicts often broke out among the local powerful clans. A moment of carelessness could turn them into chaotic battles between several villages. Over time, bandits and highwaymen would appear on certain hills, making things convenient for themselves. And once some people had troops in hand, they could no longer suppress the ambitions in their hearts and wanted to emulate Marquis Yong'an's great feat.
"Should I bring a heavy rain to this place?"
Sensing the Fire Spirit energy in the air, Yulian asked Wang Ping somewhat unhappily.
Wang Ping shook his head. "Don't do anything unnecessary. No matter what, this is True Sun Sect territory."
At that moment, he stood atop a bare mountain. As far as the eye could see, the land was covered in yellow earth. Only a small number of stockades had farmland outside them. Most of those fields grew crops similar to rapeseed, with only a small portion planted with millet. There was no wheat because it