Gan River Lower Courtyard.
At the north side of the mountain peak's Daoist platform.
Mo Wuzhou stood respectfully in front of the incense table.
On the curtain woven from strands of blue smoke, the figure of Rong Qiu appeared.
"Soon, a group of people from the Hundred Workshops Hall will secretly proceed to the Gan River Lower Courtyard."
"Find them a more hidden location so they can concentrate on building the deep-diving ferry."
Mo Wuzhou's expression turned grave, "Master, are we really going to relocate the sect to Hai Province?"
Rong Qiu sighed, "Sporadic records in ancient books say that Earth Spirit Vital Energy is like waves with peaks and troughs."
"We've had the misfortune of being born in a year of great change, and Yunzhou has hit a low point in the energy wave."
"We can only prepare early, to chase the energy wave, if we want a chance to continue cultivating."
Mo Wuzhou nodded solemnly, "Master, rest assured, I will safeguard the Gan River Lower Courtyard."