Qian Ying took in the two men's expressions and understood that everyone was still badly shaken. But after what had happened last night, anyone would have been the same.
Even a peak master like him at the Xiantian Third Order had felt panic last night. So Qian Wantong and Zhou Ke's reactions were understandable.
He offered no extra comfort, and simply gave clear, direct instructions for the various tasks: moving, clearing, and stockpiling firewood.
"Do you understand?"
"Understood!" Qian Wantong and Zhou Ke nodded in agreement at the same time.
Qian Ying looked at the two of them, nodded, and said no more. He turned to Zhou Zixing and said, "Elder Zhou, let's go."
Elder Zhou also nodded to Zhou Ke. "When you're working, remind everyone to be careful. Assign the people properly, and make sure they're ready to defend and coordinate with one another."
After all, this involved the younger members of his own family, so he deliberately gave an extra reminder.
Once the instructions were finished, he and Qian Ying walked side by side toward the new Great Hall they had chosen.
The doors of the Great Hall before them were heavy and ancient, the panels carved with obscure old patterns. A thin, transparent barrier covered the doors, flowing with flecks of spiritual light.
The two stopped before the hall. Xiantian power erupted from both of them at the same time, and their mighty force hammered the surface of the barrier again and again.
Dull rumbles echoed across the empty plaza. Ripples spread across the barrier, fine cracks continued to branch outward, and the spiritual light peeled away and dissipated bit by bit.
Before long, the barrier on the Great Hall's doors shattered with a crash, turning into countless specks of light that vanished into the air. The