The Heavenly Work Pavilion, an inconspicuous Immortal Palace wrapped in the dense power of the Heavenly Dao.
Li Ping'an stood on a three-foot-wide podium;
Dozens of white-haired elders sat cross-legged below, each low table laid with Immortal Fruit and Immortal Brew.
Those serving in this place were not Yaochi Fairies, but rather young 'artisans,' the disciples of these master craftsmen.
After the formalities and a bit of small talk, Li Ping'an began to get to the point.
He walked slowly, hands behind his back, pacing the podium, while a few scrolls appeared on the wall behind him, displaying complex patterns.
"You must all be aware that the world we rely on for survival will soon face a series of calamities."
Li Ping'an's voice was exceedingly calm.
But beneath the calm lay a certain continuously flowing force.
He said softly:
