"What do you mean?" Wang Wen glanced at her, then looked up and surveyed her surroundings.
The Fox said softly, "Although the appearance and shape are different, I feel that this place is very similar to my former mortal realm, the 'barrier' that the immortals spoke of."
Upon hearing this, Wang Wen's eyes began to flicker.
Using Breaking Ignorance Level Scientific Deciphering to observe the surrounding area.
I've seen a lot of information about buildings and items.
Until he looked up at the sky.
An answer was imprinted in my mind.
The 15,163rd derivative form of a large-scale demon cultivator in an ancient-style setting, commonly appears in ultra-high integer layers, with an elimination rate of 11% and a blocking rate of 75%.
Wang Wen pursed her lips in deep thought.
Everyone around him was watching him with concern.
Before we knew it, everyone had gotten used to centering their lives around Wang Wen.
I've grown accustomed to his methodical approach and his orderly manner.
I've grown accustomed to his plans and commands, and to his calm and composure.
If one day Wang Wen loses her composure.
I'm afraid everyone will panic and feel lost along with them.
Aside from offering care and companionship, they didn't know what else they could do to help Wang Wen.
It seems that Wang Wen has never really needed their help.
It's like climbing a tower.
It's basically one person leading the tower.
Others didn't have much of a chance to get involved.
This is why Zhu Xingguo and Mo Ran were so happy after they worked together to take down the woman and the black boy.
Apart from Zhu Xingguo, who was somewhat helpful to Wang Wen, everyone else present...
The other team members seemed to be able to climb the tower and become stronger simply by lying down like salted fish.
Not only do they not have to exert any effort, but they also...
Wang Wen also took good care of their safety.
There was absolutely no danger during the tower climb.
Wang Wen bore all the difficulties alone.
The tower was too high; they didn't know where to begin to help.
at the moment.
Wang Wen seemed to be getting more and more silent, and her frowns were becoming more and more frequent.
Everyone around was very worried.
The skinny boy spoke on behalf of everyone to Wang Wen: "Old Wang, if you need us to do anything, you have to just say the word, okay? We're very willing to do things, especially to help you and the team, but if you don't tell us, we can't guess, and we don't know what to do ourselves."
I glanced at Zhu Xingguo, who was constantly busy with a series of tasks such as "buying and selling," "copying," "advancing," "stockpiling bread," and "collecting mosquitoes," never having a moment to rest.
The boy continued helplessly, "Only Old Zhu, who's been with you for a while, can actually help you a little. The rest of us feel like we're just useless, like good-for-nothings."
Wang Wen was stunned.
His gaze swept over the faces of the others.
Aside from Zhu Xingguo, who was oblivious to the world around him with a curious gaze, he was busy copying and selling with his left hand and his right.
Everyone else looked rather dejected.
Wang Wen thought for a moment.
He relaxed his brow, smiled, patted the thin boy on the shoulder, and said to everyone, "It was my oversight. From now on, I will try my best to delegate some tasks and work as a team to improve efficiency by combining everyone's strengths."
"That's more like it!" The people around him beamed with joy and breathed a sigh of relief.
The palace doors opened.
The young man walked out with an excited expression.
He said to the middle-aged man and Wang Wen, "Father has agreed! He has put me in charge of carrying out the task of opening the granaries and distributing grain. When will the wise man begin to bring rain?"
Wang Wen hadn't even had a chance to speak yet.
The middle-aged man was the first to ask in confusion, "His Majesty has agreed so easily? Why wasn't a highly respected person summoned to the palace for an audience?"
"They said the situation was urgent and everything should be done simply, and we'd see each other after it's all settled." The young man took out the imperial edict and handed it to him. "This is my father's oral decree; it explains everything very clearly."
The middle-aged man respectfully accepted the imperial edict, opened it, and read it carefully.
It is indeed very clear.
It was a simple matter of getting all the state governments to cooperate with the prince in opening granaries and distributing grain to aid the disaster victims.
Everything seems to be fine.
He temporarily set aside his doubts.
Keep the imperial edict safe and follow it to the young man.
The young man eagerly asked Wang Wen, "How is it? We now have the Emperor's decree, and there are no more obstacles to implementing the plan. When will we begin to bring rain?"
Wang Wen shook her head. "I can't bring rain, I can only fill in water. You need to find a guide who is good at geography to take me to the major water sources. I can fill in water there, and then find cities along the coast with grain reserves to distribute food for disaster relief."
"The water source?" The young man turned to look at the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man, head held high, declared, "I am intimately familiar with the territory of this dynasty and can guide the expert."
The group set off again.
According to Wang Wen's plan.
The water filling project should, as far as possible, select one representative water source in each of the four cardinal directions (north, south, east, and west) that has the widest coverage area for water filling.
We aim to ensure that most disaster victims can receive assistance in their hometowns without having to travel far and wide.
Because the few of us can fly very fast.
The middle-aged man nodded and headed north, where the disaster was most severe.
It took more than an hour to "fly" to reach the destination.
Looking down from the air, there was almost no green to be seen; it was all hazy dust.
Occasionally, when passing through villages, you can see some emaciated people sitting blankly on the cracked ridges of fields.
They were all people who were unwilling to leave their homeland and wait to die on their own land.
We'll see when we get to the water source.
Surprisingly, there were many small residential areas scattered around dried-up ponds, lakes, and other pits.
A few people continued digging downwards in the pit, trying to find even a trace of moisture.
Many more lay numbly on the ground, staring blankly at the sky.
For these people, life has lost all hope.
It remains to be seen when it will come to an end.
Wang Wen and the others landed at the edge of the largest pit.
The numb people on the shore watched the "flying" man land, but remained indifferent, as if they had lost even the strength to be curious.
The few exhausted and haggard men inside the pit, kneeling on the ground and painstakingly chiseling away with tools, did elicit some response from Wang Wen.
They opened their mouths.
He said hoarsely to Wang Wen and the others, "We haven't found it yet, just bear with it a little longer."
Wang Wen asked a tanned, thin man nearby, "What are you looking for?"
The dark-skinned man looked at him strangely. "New here? What else can you be looking for besides water?"
"Is there water down there?" Wang Wen asked doubtfully.
The dark-skinned man shook his head, indicating he didn't know.
Wang Wen was even more puzzled. "Then why don't you rest? Why waste your energy searching for something that may not even exist?"
The burly man put down his tools and sat on the ground, catching his breath.
He was still shaking his head.
Pointing to his colleague who was still diligently working beside him, he gave a wry smile, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Someone has to try, otherwise how will we know if it works?"
Wang Wen was somewhat moved.
Looking at these people, he felt as if he saw his own reflection.
Many Tower Climber are content with the status quo and will stay at the lower levels as long as they have enough to eat and wear.
Aside from myself, I rarely saw anyone else who was simply aiming for the 1000th floor.
Even my closest friends are telling me, "You're number one in the world, why not enjoy life?"
Nobody understands him.
He doesn't understand others either.
World's best? Does that have anything to do with whether you climb the tower or not?
Even if you're number one in the world, there are still so many levels above you! You haven't even reached the summit yet, so why not keep pushing upwards?
Does the absence of competition mean we can stop?
Is the effort we put into doing something to prove something to others, or to prove something to ourselves?
Even the physical education teacher at the Academy would say, "Don't look back when you're running, and don't hesitate when you're sprinting. If you're going to the top of the mountain, don't let the scenery along the way ruin your journey."
Wang Wen had no idea what lay beyond the thousandth floor.
There might be nothing at all.
But as these people in front of me say, we have to try, otherwise how will we know if it doesn't work?