Early morning.
Mist shrouded the area.
A group of cultivators appeared at the edge of the square.
To avoid being discovered by demon beasts, many had applied medicine powder and used talismans to conceal their aura.
Leading them was Su Ye.
She took one last look at the majestic mountains and the square, then turned around without hesitation, "Let's go."
As a maid, Xiao Rui naturally followed closely behind.
Apart from them, there was the guard of Green Pill Workshop and loose cultivators gathered over recent days.
These loose cultivators were not randomly assembled; each had a skill, representing the last essence of the square.
Some carried bamboo baskets, some shouldered carrying poles, and others pushed wooden carts, resembling refugees.
In reality, it was almost the same…
"Grandpa… are we really leaving?"
Ding Hongxiu carried a large bundle, mostly filled with ready-made dry food, the pastries made from Spirit Rice emitted an enticing fragrance.
