Ouyang Qing was feeling troubled, as the changes in the wilderness occurred once every season and were entirely dependent on luck. This winter, Celestial Sword Sect had particularly bad luck; the Spirit Stone Vein that had been fine in autumn was gone, and in its place was a vast ocean!
Due to the break in heritage, none of the current Celestial Sword Sect disciples versed in swordsmanship could swim, and how could they find resources on the boundless sea? Occasionally, they would encounter some fierce fish demons, glaring at the threat of resources running dry, he was so worried he couldn't sleep.
Mr. Jiang, considering his grandson, had provided much aid to Celestial Sword Sect, but to no avail, as they were impossible to help, and Ouyang Qing was too embarrassed to ask for more.
