Three days after Qingfei Floating Mountain successfully took to the sky, things had just started to settle down when Lin Hui received an urgent report from the outside world.
"The Federation Council's campaign against the Bright Heart Association has failed." Liu Wu Jun had run over personally to deliver the news. He plopped down across from Lin Hui, picked up a cup of tea, and drained it in one gulp, a dejected look on his face.
"Failed?" Lin Hui was in the middle of meditating on the Celestial Sacred Form. Ironically, as the turmoil in the outside world intensified and the death toll rose, many people had started pulling strings, trying to move onto Qingfei Mountain.
After all, it had a top-tier Protective Array set up by the Qingfeng Dao. Besides life being a little inconvenient, there were no other major issues.
In a time when safety was desperately needed, Qingfei Mountain's isolation had ironically become the perfect condition to put everyone's mind at ease.
