"Where should I go?"
Mo Hua was indecisive, so he sat in the eatery, watching the cultivators come and go, observing the entirety of Tongxian City.
Tongxian City was no longer bustling, but rather, it had a melancholic pre-storm silence.
There were fewer cultivators on the streets.
Those who could find a way out did so. The loose cultivators who couldn't find a way out had only one path:
To follow the vast troop of loose cultivators migrating, moving to a destitute land in the wilds, to reclaim it, to build a place to settle anew.
With the appearance of the Big Demon, even some of the Tao cultivation forces with great influence had no power to resist, let alone the loose cultivators.
They had no choice.
They lacked status, background, connections; nobody was willing to take them in. If they wanted to live, they could only seek new paths for survival, relying on their own strenuous efforts to endure, one step at a time.
Mo Hua sighed.
