Nowadays, this old man and the twenty or so people with him have already become like birds startled by the mere twang of a bowstring—they wouldn't respond carelessly even to those who were kind, not to mention a Great Immortal.
Their number may be small, but they all come from various places in the Zhao Region, each with ample experience.
For example, why was this old man so distrustful, dismissing everything Song Yin said?
It's because he started out fleeing disaster with his entire family, including his old wife, children, and grandchildren, but in the end, only he remained. Though his heart was ashen, he somehow found the determination not to accept charity from others.
This sudden rain, just like the previous offer of porridge, was born from the innate desire to survive, but there was extreme resistance in their hearts.
Especially when Zhang Fei Xuan mentioned that the rain was man-made, they had already planted the seeds of defiance.
