Spring passed and autumn came. Flowers bloomed and fell. Half a year passed quickly. It hadn't been long since autumn had arrived in Laiyang Prefecture, and the air was already desolate and cold. The lively streets were no longer as bustling as before, and some shops were even closed. There were many refugees dressed in rags at the city gate.
The sound of horse hooves rose. These refugees raised their dirty faces. When they saw the Qilin uniform, fear appeared in their eyes and they involuntarily shrank their bodies. Lian Nishang, who had just killed two to three Rank 4 deer demons, saw this scene and the joy in her eyes gradually disappeared. She silently rode her horse into the city.
"Sister Yu'er, we haven't been back for more than a month. Why are there so many refugees in the prefecture?" Lian Nishang could not help but ask as they walked on the spacious street.
