After waiting for about two minutes, the communicator once again transmitted a familiar voice.
“Brother Yu! Are you there? This is Kŭ Chán!”
“I’m here. How are things on your side? Where are you now?” Yu Hong’s spirit lifted sharply as he asked quickly. “Yiyi, Quán Hè, are they all right?”
“Everyone’s fine, but we’re still deep in the heart of the storm disaster. We had already been to Yanxing before. The situation is really bad,” Kŭ Chán sighed. “The Floating City Universe is basically cut off — it’s likely gone. The councilors took our advice and went over to Yanxing, but a large part of that area is already shrouded by the black mist of Great Oblivion. We’ve just barely escaped from there and are preparing to keep migrating, trying to avoid the Oblivion black mist.”
“Can’t find a fixed place to settle down?” Yu Hong understood immediately.
“No. The problem now is that supplies are limited and the population is large. Even with a closed inner circulation cycle set up, it won't last long. After all, everyone outside is frantically fleeing the Great Oblivion. Brother Yu, do you have any suggestions?” Kŭ Chán asked quickly.
“Let Quán Hè lead the way to the Silver Ocean World. That place should still be okay for the time being,” Yu Hong thought for a moment and then responded.