As I flew carelessly across the dry fields, I saw several peddlers and many other homeless people moving about like a flock of stray sheep, all moving in one single direction towards the very city I was headed to.
The closer I got, the more of these people I've seen.
'Something must have happened to have all these people moving with such desperation. Perhaps the drought's impact was too much for mortals.'
Continuing on with my flight, I arrived at the city gate in a couple of hours of time. Finding even more people at the doorway of a blocked and locked city.
Many soldiers were threatening any of the begging peddlers and the homeless with arrows if they were to take another step forward.
Ignoring the masses I continued with my flight and went into the city. But I never thought that there would be cultivators here.
Soon, four Foundation Establishment cultivators came at me with their own flying swords.
