"But who should I notify first?"
Bai Tong stroked his beard slightly, a troubled look in his eyes.
All those elders had spoken to him about it.
One careless move and he would offend someone.
"Forget the other masters. That fiendish star is not someone I can provoke. If she finds out that a disciple has appeared on the Main Rankings and I did not tell her, she might come looking for trouble and hang me up..."
A chill ran through Bai Tong. Then, with a flicker of spiritual light forming in his hand, he sent a spiritual signal flying deep into the foothills of the sacred mountain.
But in the next instant, Bai Tong's eyes rolled. His hand formed another seal of spiritual light at a different frequency, which shortly afterward notified another immortal peak deep within the sacred mountain.
After being washed by a torrential rain, Fengyang Commandery seemed reborn. The city no longer carried the air of a setting sun sinking beyond the western hills; instead, it brimmed with life.
The refugees who had gathered from all directions no longer lay piled together in lifeless heaps, waiting for death to descend. Hope now showed on their faces, and they held dreams for the coming year in their hearts.
After the rain, they had already begun gathering in twos and threes to plan their return home and take up farming once more.
Many refugees struggled desperately to scrape together travel expenses, when news suddenly arrived.
The three great families of Fengyang Commandery, together with families large and small throughout the commandery, had opened their granaries, distributing grain and supplies to help the refugees return home. At once, countless refugees were drawn to the news.
Before the major grain depots, the crowds became a solid sea of people.