"Elder Qian, there's already more than enough wood over there!" After Zhou Zixing set aside the wood in his hands, he watched the other Martial Artists carry all the dismantled timber near the new Great Hall, split it into firewood piece by piece, and then send it into the Great Hall.
Of course, because there was so much dismantled wood, quite a lot had also piled up on the plaza outside the new Great Hall.
All the Martial Artists had split into several teams. Some carried wood, some chopped firewood, some stacked it, while others stood guard at several key positions, protecting everyone and preventing Black Shadow from launching a sneak attack.
When people got busy, they forgot certain things for a while, such as their nerves. Right now, all the Martial Artists in the plaza were occupied with preparing wood for the night, so no one had the leisure to think about how dangerous Black Shadow was.
With one final strike, Qian Ying withdrew the Xiantian Short Sword and looked back at the rather large pile of wood in front of the new Great Hall, then nodded. "Mm, it's enough!"
Earlier, they had been afraid there would not be enough wood, so they had thrown themselves into dismantling the Great Hall with all their strength. Looking at it now, they had gotten a little carried away.
But it did not matter. It was wood; preparing more of it did no harm. If there was too little, searching for wood in the darkness would be difficult.
Just like last night. It was precisely because they had been carrying wood at night that such a huge number of deaths had occurred.
Zhou Zixing and Qian Ying returned to the new Great Hall and sat down on the cattail seat cushions that