Chen Shi'an blinked. "Sect Master, do you mean our sect is planning to relocate?"
Hong Qingliu nodded slightly. "That is my intention, but I still need to consider carefully exactly where we should move.
"The Desolate Ruins are one of the options.
"The task I'm giving you is to venture deep into the Desolate Ruins, explore and investigate, and choose a suitable place for us to establish our sect."
Chen Shi'an was overjoyed inwardly, but his face betrayed nothing. He lowered his head and cupped his hands. "I won't let you down, Sect Master!"
Hong Qingliu continued, "You're tasked with purchasing spirit herbs for the sect, and previously, you went to the border once every three days.
"Your going to explore the Desolate Ruins won't arouse anyone's suspicions."
Chen Shi'an added, "Sect Master, when I go to purchase spirit herbs, I usually return the same day.
"One day certainly won't be enough to find a place for the sect to establish itself.
"If I'm gone too long, it might arouse suspicions."
Hong Qingliu gave him a sidelong look. "You're on such good terms with the border troops of Desolate Suppression City. They've taken so many benefits from you. Wouldn't they cover up this little matter for you?"
At that, Chen Shi'an felt extremely awkward.
As it turned out, Hong Qingliu had long known all about Jing Yuan's business of purchasing spirit herbs at the border.
So he chuckled. "Don't worry, Sect Master. I can handle this."
At this point, he asked quietly, "When should I set out?"
Hong Qingliu replied, "Naturally, the sooner the better.
"In roughly half a month, we'll have to hand over a hundred Origin-Replenishing Pills to Desolate Suppression City.
"Ideally, we should settle on our destination and leave Desolate Suppression City before the pills are due.