Mr. Liou’s words finally restored a bit of vigor to the crowd. He took a deep breath and said:
"The drastic changes in Chuyun City couldn’t possibly go unnoticed by the outside world. As long as we hold on until the Exorcism Bureau’s people arrive, we will definitely be rescued. So there are three tasks for now."
"One, although the fog is strange, it doesn’t seem to be aggressive. We’re not clear on its actual purpose, and what it’s trying to hide from our view. We must find a way to understand this issue and try our best to stop the fog from spreading into the city. Finding ways to eliminate it would be ideal. I hope all the Sect Leaders will organize their disciples to complete this task."
"Two, take turns patrolling the city with the city defense soldiers. Calm the citizens’ moods, encourage them to keep their doors and windows shut and stay at ho, and keep an eye on the city’s unusual movents, reporting any situation promptly."
"Three, we are engulfed in fog, and even the transmission stones can’t reach the outside world. Waiting for the outside world to discover the problem on its own isn’t realistic in the short term. We don’t know the situation outside, and they don’t understand our situation inside. So, I hope among you Sect Leaders, two can step forward and join in searching for an escape route."
Mr. Liou paused, looked around at the six silent sect leaders, then closed his eyes and sighed softly, feeling deeply reluctant:
"Even Mr. Gu couldn’t return, indicating this mission is likely a one-way trip. But soone among us must take the ssage out. I, Liou Qinnan, promise the two who stand out that I will do my best to ensure your survival! You can return at any ti if things go wrong."
Mr. Liou thodically outlined the best plan he could think of in a short ti. Amidst this sudden disaster, everyone could despair, except he couldn’t. He used his capability and commitnt to prove why he could be the City Lord of Chuyun City for over sixty years.
"I wonder, who are the two willing?"
The six Sect Leaders looked at one another, then lowered their heads, lost in thought. The disciples shared the solemn atmosphere, empathizing with the sect leaders’ mood.
At this mont, who would dare venture into the thick fog outside the city?
Suddenly, Mr. Liou laughed. It’s the first ti today this originally kindly old man smiled. The worry between his brows vanished, seeming to beco the gentle elder he was before:
"I’m one hundred and sixty-three years old this year, I’ve been stuck at Water Condensation Perfection for sixty-three years. I left Profound Sky Sect at one hundred, still looking like a carefree middle-aged man. Couldn’t imagine I’ve grown so old over the years. I’ve occupied the City Lord’s position for sixty-three years, just for the resources from Profound Sky Sect to break through, yet still without success. I can see my future, probably just sitting in bed ditating until I die."
"How boring is it to die this way, everyone. If we have to die, let’s die a bit more honorably and spectacularly. Are the thirty thousand citizens in this city, along with your juniors and seniors, not worth taking a few steps toward the evil spirits? We’ve cultivated for a century, not to beco a timid and trembling person waiting for death..."
Mr. Liou’s earnest deanor made You Su a bit stunned. He always saw Mr. Liou as a skilled person in human affairs, never expecting him to be the one with the most integrity in the face of disaster.
"Count in. Mr. Liou thinks he’s old at one hundred and sixty-three, then haven’t I been living enough already at one hundred and ninety?"
Lv Muchun laughed freely. His figure, more hunched than Mr. Liou’s, appeared exceptionally towering in the eyes of the crowd.
"Lv Yang!" Lv Muchun abruptly called out to the silent crowd.
"Present!"
Among the crowd, a scholarly young man replied loudly. His face was solemn, aware of what kind of dangerous path his grandfather would tread. He couldn’t hold back his grief, tears flowed down his tense cheeks.
"Don’t cry!" Lv Muchun’s expression darkened as he commanded, "Your father died young. Whether I live or die after this journey, you’ll be the Sect Leader of Cyan Do Sect thereafter! I can’t help you all your life, I hope you can take on the responsibilities of Sect Leader! Don’t disappoint your father and !"
Lv Yang, with tears streaming down, wiped his eyes, stood straight against the convulsive sobs, and forcefully replied: "Yes!"
Everyone was touched by the sorrowful atmosphere, feeling a bit of courage to rush out. But facing the fear of the fog, this courage seed like a willow leaf in a storm, unsteady.
"I’ll go too!" Qi Daodong and Wind Thunder Fist Sect Leader Zhou Yichang spoke up simultaneously, sharing a complex gaze.
"Mr. Zhou, I’m older than you, you have a broader future, let do this." Qi Daodong urged sorrowfully, among everyone except You Su, he experienced the greatest psychological gap. Last night his sect was about to beco an affiliated sect of Profound Sky Sect, his disciples were about to be official disciples of the sect. He had a bright future ahead but overnight it all dissolved, now faces the threat of death.
Mr. Zhou laughed loudly twice, his muscled body surging: "Mr. Qi, nine months older counts as older? When you were ten and asked to spy on the widow bathing, and got caught making take the bla, did you forget you are older?"
Although he joked, no one laughed, instead felt even more desolate.
"You and I have fought for years, I’ve never won against you, let have this one. If all three of you leave, I can’t manage this crowd, running is simple, let be the one!"
Qi Daodong’s eyes were muddled, his heart began stirring vigorously after decades of composure, he could hardly contain two lines of tears.
"Mr. Zhou is right, old Qi, you’ll be Chuyun City’s City Lord after I leave, protect these thirty thousand people." Mr. Liou laughed, patting Qi Daodong’s shoulder, like giving a last ssage.
Ultimately, Qi Daodong couldn’t hold back tears, but he wiped them away quickly, bowed formally as if making a pledge:
"I will not disappoint Mr. Zhou and the City Lord’s trust!"
Mr. Liou helped him up, smiling:"Don’t be disheartened, we’re not going to die imdiately. From my estimations, the evil spirit must have cycles in spewing the fog, not always continuously. As long as we find this gap, escaping isn’t impossible. If you don’t lead everyone to persist, our escape for help will be aningless."
Qi Daodong raised his head, nodding heavily.
"Alright, the three tasks are assigned, everyone move! If anyone gives up first, I, Liou Qinnan, won’t show rcy!"
With Mr. Liou’s command, everyone seed to see hope, reigniting so fighting spirit, not knowing this is just the beginning of despair...
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