"That's still better for you.
My five mu of lush fields took five years to cultivate, and they've basically reached thirty years of medicinal age. Just when they were about to yield in two more years, the Spirit Land was suddenly taken away... The loss is worth several thousand pieces of Lower-Grade Spirit Stones."
"We are nothing but rootless, aimless Loose Cultivators.
Leaving here, where else can we go?"
...
A group of cultivators looked utterly helpless.
"Fellow Daoists.
As you've seen, it's not that we don't want to leave, but for now, we simply can't leave.
If we leave, who will compensate for the loss of so many belongings and properties?"
Seeing this, Guo Sheng finally spoke out with a tone full of helplessness.
Upon hearing this, Xu Kun and Zhang Dong exchanged glances and focused their gaze on Zhou Changwang.
This is indeed a very realistic problem.
