In the early morning at the ninth hour, the preparations for departure began as the supplies were gathered and loaded onto the carriage and carts, and the tents were similarly dismantled and stored for future use.
At the lakeside, the land once again returned to its natural state and became empty. The horses lined up one after another in lanes and the soldiers stood by their horses, ready to mount at a moment's notice.
As Li Yan and Shijie emerged from their tents, the refugees who now seemed to be in better shape turned towards them with nervous and hopeful expressions.
Li Yan somewhat had an idea of what this was all about and the fact irritated her to no end. She didn't want to do this but there was no other choice.
As Old Huo opened the extravagant carriage's door and Fan Weijin, and Yao Wuhan bowed, the refugees suddenly stirred and got on their knees in unison. Seeing this, Li Yan couldn't help but sigh regretfully.
