The relocation of Qingshan Village had begun, perhaps it was all well-planned, for the process was somewhat smooth.
Wang Sheng didn't bring much with him, just his most important matured medicinal herbs; he left behind most of his living supplies. He planned to return later with the Mountain Lord to retrieve them. For him, anywhere was the same; he only needed a quiet place for cultivation.
There were still quite a few people left in the village, and the line of people was long.
Fearing accidents, five martial artists spread out: three watched over the crowd while two others, along with a few experienced hunters, dealt with disguising the traces of relocation.
Wang Sheng walked at the rear with Xu Qu, keeping an eye on the elderly and the children.
By now, Xu Qu had nearly blended into life in Qingshan Village, so naturally, he followed along with the relocation.
"Did you manage to get any news from those two martial artists?"
