Haicheng and Zhongzhou are quite far apart, so the rain in Haicheng didn't affect Zhongzhou.
A group of foreign martial artists were scrambling to buy their lives back, afraid they wouldn't be able to escape. The members of the Qingxuan Sect were all smiles, as if celebrating the New Year early.
Bai Chuwei watched the group of foreign martial artists rush down the mountain as if they were fleeing for their lives, afraid that if they were too slow, she'd force them to stay and work for free.
The elderly man from before brought his disciples over. Bai Chuwei was in high spirits: "Oh, are you going to spend money to buy your lives too? Tsk tsk, you have a lot of people here. I wonder if you can afford the price?"
