It turned out Feng Jun had been spoiled by the luxurious material life of the Blue Star Realm. Yuan once again proved to him that this was an underdeveloped plane; even in the cultivation world, material comforts were not necessarily that enjoyable.
Yuan first told Feng Jun that although the enclosure towers did not look large, they were actually quite spacious—the kind of place where a mountain looked near but could tire out a horse.
Second, aside from all sorts of miscellaneous duties, the Wen Clan disciples here mainly focused on cultivation. Their living conditions were not very good. Even the communal sleeping quarters had upper, middle, and lower bunks, and ten people could easily fit into a ten-square-meter room.
In other words, cramming in ten thousand or so Wen Clan disciples would only require ten thousand square meters of housing.
In fact, the three-story large earthen enclosure tower alone had more than six hundred rooms. The seven earthen enclosure towers together had over three thousand rooms and covered more than fifty thousand square meters.
As they spoke, someone walked over and asked what they were doing there.
Fortunately, the newcomer saw that they had arrived openly aboard a flying boat, so the question was fairly polite.
The old Qi Condensation disciple displayed his command plaque. "My Supreme Clarity Sect martial uncle is traveling through this area. There is no need for alarm."
The other party was startled upon hearing that, then hurried off in a panic to report it.
Before long, an ascendant emerged. It was none other than Fang Wenping, whom they had met once before.
He cupped his hands toward Kong Ziyi and spoke with a bitter smile. "Greetings, Fellow Daoist Kong. I may not have used my real name, but I did nothing else. Was there