Chu Muran pondered for a moment. In Divine House Mountain, with nine nations and seventy-six villages, a population of over twelve million people, it would be almost impossible to relocate to East Divine House within months by one's own strength. But with the means of a cultivator, it's not a difficult task; however, the fertile lands cultivated over hundreds of years might be destroyed.
Zhang Yan seemed to discern his thoughts and said, "In Divine House Mountain, there are thirty-eight sects that usually enjoy the offerings of citizens from various countries. In this critical moment, they should certainly extend a helping hand."
Zhao Ge said seriously, "Brother, you're right."
Zhang Yan looked at Chu Muran, praising him, "This sea whirlpool occurs once every four hundred years. At the last sea whirlpool calamity, Junior Brother Chu had just entered enlightenment and still remembers this; that's quite remarkable."
