The cultivator with the long face shook his head.
Only then did Wang Ba somewhat relax his heart.
The long-faced cultivator then added,
"As for the south... alas, the terrain there is quite low, and two years ago the first wave of sea water finally breached the seaside dykes of several small countries in the south. Now, that area has turned into a vast marsh. As if it weren't enough that their houses leaked, they also faced continuous downpours, as numerous Demonic Beasts from the sea took advantage of the chaos to create havoc, resulting in the deaths of many mortals. The Three Sects and One Clan have dispatched quite a few cultivators to provide disaster relief."
Upon hearing these words, Wang Ba fell into a slight silence.
Before a great disaster, all beings are like ants.
Even they, as cultivators, in front of heaven and earth, are but slightly larger straws dogs, nothing more.
There isn't much of a difference.
