Dabai Village had never been large to begin with. Now that more than half its houses had collapsed and only a handful of people remained alive, one shout from the honest young man was enough to carry through the entire village.
Then several people emerged from the few remaining low houses. The moment they saw Wang Qi, all of them showed delighted expressions.
"Wang Qi!" "Brother Qi, you really aren't dead!" "That's wonderful, you're alive..."
A group of people surrounded Wang Qi, shouting excitedly. Some of them even burst into tears.
"What exactly is going on..." Wang Qi was utterly bewildered. When he had first crossed over, he had been muddleheaded and had not interacted much with the villagers. He did feel some attachment to his fellow villagers, but they could not be called particularly close. Looking around, he finally spotted an old man who had once worked briefly for his family and called out, "Uncle Luo! Hey, Uncle Luo!"
The middle-aged man surnamed Luo nearly wept. "You still remember me, Brother Qi... I..."
"Can someone explain what is going on?" Wang Qi had roughly figured out that these people were probably survivors of the disaster a year ago. But what was this "Chiyang Sect"? And what was this Foundation Establishment Modern Dharma Cultivator?
Even if Modern Dharma Cultivators gave up on their future prospects, they could improve at breakneck speed, but there was no way they could reach Foundation Establishment in a single year—any genius capable of reaching Foundation Establishment in a year would not destroy their own Immortal Path just to achieve it a little sooner!
Just then, a calm, deep voice reached Wang Qi's ears. "What is all this clamor?"
A trace of spiritual power accompanied that voice. The several farmers were cowed by its force and