Spiritual Shell Island.
In a fresh and elegant pavilion.
A tall and handsome young cultivator in a white Daoist robe sat on a stone bench and looked indifferently at the rain in the spirit pool outside the pavilion.
A late-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator of the Zhou Clan stood behind him with cupped hands.
"Are you saying that Spirit Day City is about to be built?"
Zhou Mubai scattered a handful of ling grains, causing the spirit fish in the spirit pool to fight over them.
"Reporting to young clan leader, yes."
The Foundation Establishment Cultivator of the Zhou Family lowered his head.
"How many wandering cultivators have left our market?"
"A lot,"
The Foundation Establishment Cultivator of the Zhou Family said with a trembling voice, " About 30% of the itinerant cultivators have been lost, and they are still disappearing. "
"Thirty percent…"
