Gengyin District, outside the pavilion.
As the black-robed Prefect announced the abandonment of the Lower Courtyard, about forty or fifty people immediately burst into a cacophony of discussion, causing an uproar.
"Can we still plant Yellow Bud Rice in the mountains?" An elderly man with a straightforward face worried.
"Didn't they say we have to clear new land?" A companion interjected.
"Doesn't that mean we have to start all over again?" The elderly man's face turned ugly.
Jilong Road's Lower Courtyard had been slowly reformed and built up over hundreds of years.
Starting anew in an unfamiliar place and trying to return to the current state was as difficult as reaching the heavens!
"What's happening in the Upper Court?" someone shouted out of nowhere.
The noisy crowd instantly fell silent, and Chen Mu couldn't help but perk up his ears.
"Before I came here, we still hadn't made contact with the Upper Court."
