[My funeral business is booming now!]
[Unfortunately, before writing to you, I still hadn't found anyone as skilled at scattering flowers as you.]
[Everyone goes out every day to clear away all kinds of dangers!]
[Ground spewing Earth Lung Sha, White-Fur Wind that can make Foundation Establishment cultivators disappear in an instant!]
[Many cultivators just die as they're walking, for no apparent reason!]
[The New-Method Cultivators have it worst. They say there's no spiritual energy here, and once they've used up their Dharma Power, they can only replenish it with pills; now plenty of New-Method Cultivators aren't even as good as martial artists!]
[Still, some Foundation Establishment experts are building earth veins and planting all sorts of spirit herbs; these things can produce spiritual energy. When that happens, the New Method cannon fodder will finally be useful!]
[I regret coming to this godforsaken place. I'm afraid that one day, I suddenly won't wake up, afraid that one day, I'll suddenly be buried!]
[I want to go home!]
Wang Quan fell silent.
The Officiant Daoist Nun's letter was short, but fear and worry filled every line.
After a brief silence, he opened the Dream Nun's letter.
[Our area is on the very edge of the New Continent, very, very far from the Lower Court-so far I can't describe it.]
[Some call this a savage land, some a barren land, and some a bitterly cold land; in short, this isn't a good place.]
[We came here because a group of experts at Drowning Dao headquarters, who order Golden Core cultivators around like lackeys, want to build a cultivation ground and establish a Drowning Dao branch.]
[It isn't just Drowning Dao here. There are at least a thousand unorthodox sects, eighty or a hundred Heterodox Path sects, and a dozen or so Orthodox