Ma Qingqiu muttered a few words before Su Mali dragged him away.
The cultivators in their group excitedly discussed plans for the palace.
Ruo Jinghong, Fierce Tiger Daoist, and the other cultivators crowded together to discuss their bases. "Everyone, although we haven't truly encountered the Far Western Land yet, the environment here really is harsh."
"Everyone, we'll have to huddle together for warmth from now on!"
"I think we should try to choose bases in the same area, then slowly expand to either side."
One cultivator made the suggestion, and the others nodded in agreement.
Many cultivators suggested letting Ruo Jinghong choose first, but Ruo Jinghong looked at Wang Quan.
At that moment, Wang Quan drew a deep breath. "Everyone, I need you to rise into the air and survey every direction, observing the conditions outside the city."
"Earth veins, feng shui, the circulation of weather patterns, and everything else must all be recorded individually!"
Fierce Tiger Daoist looked puzzled. "Why?"
Wang Quan said solemnly, "Everyone, if we don't die, we're bound to put down roots in Stone City, in the Far Western Land!"
"The first bases we choose might not be the best, but they absolutely must support our early development."
"They must help us get through the most difficult early days."
"That means earth veins, feng shui, and even the weather and many other conditions will affect us all."
Understanding dawned on everyone. They rose into the air, dividing the work clearly as they examined the conditions Wang Quan had mentioned.
Soon, reports came pouring in.
Wang Quan recorded, deduced, and examined them.
After a little over an hour, all the information had been gathered, and he finally settled on a location.
The location was by the northern city wall.
A churning ocean hung overhead, while yellow sand