Three days later, the Wind Song set out from Mala Village for the legendary Kunlun Summit.
The ship carried enough food and water to last six months. Besides Honglian, Lin Qing, and Liu Shuyue, Chen Xuan brought Little Angel Elorie, Xu Xuanling, and Liu Li. He had practically brought everyone.
With no telling what lay ahead, he figured there was strength in numbers. Bringing everyone along couldn't hurt.
They hadn't left immediately mainly because Liu Shuyue had suffered a serious injury and needed time to recover. She was going to meet her sect's elders, after all. She could hardly roll in in a wheelchair.
Chen Xuan hadn't been idle during those three days, either.
He flew the ship around Qingzhou to promote Mala Village and lend weight to the rumors of the immortal master's miracles. Luo Kingdom's sudden invasion had frightened many people. Whenever the ship landed and let a few Hunting Squad members out, they could gather a huge group of migrants with little effort.
To prepare for the coming surge in population, he contacted the Northern Heaven Institute and asked them to stock up on daily necessities for him. Food, medicine—everything went into the side compound's warehouse. Once Chen Xuan activated the Branch Store there, he could transport the supplies straight to Mala Village.
If the situation on the other side hadn't been so urgent, he could have stayed in Qingzhou a few more days.
But the Sky Patroller was in dire condition.
The Agency launched a Lunar-Earth Strike almost every day. While Chen Xuan was helping with Mala Village's relocation, the Sky Patroller took another
two thousand-ton mass projectiles head-on. Fires swept through the domed city, as though the entire sky were burning.
It had also sunk more than ten meters, crushing two buildings downtown. The sight