"Brother Su, we should head over to chop some trees now," Wang Shanhu said.
After leaving the garment workshop, Wang Shanhu led Su Xuan toward the back mountain of the Floating Cloud Sect.
He repeated what he had said earlier, insisting that Su Xuan didn't need to chop trees himself. After all, it would be a real shame to get that luxurious outfit dirty.
Chopping trees was part of the preparations for defending against the Spirit-Taming Sect's attack. All the felled trees would be turned into defensive fortifications.
"Greetings, Brother Su!"
Upon reaching the back mountain, more than a dozen servant disciples were already busy at work, and they all greeted Su Xuan when they saw him.
Su Xuan acknowledged them with a nod and then surveyed the landscape of the back mountain.
The back mountain was covered in lush, dense trees. Its terrain was treacherous and featured a sheer, knife-like cliff that served as a natural barrier protecting the rear of the Floating Cloud Sect.
