The three of them left the grand hall directly. At this time, there was no one on the square, desolately empty.
They didn't linger, but went straight down the mountain. When they reached the foot of the mountain, Jin Guang suddenly froze there.
Just at the base of the mountain, there was a small village. The layout of the buildings in the village was neat and orderly, with about thirty people or so.
Some were chopping wood, others were quarrying stone, others were herding chickens and ducks, and someone with a basket of roots and wild vegetables set it down, picking through it, then handed the leftovers to the people nearby who were cultivating the land.
Jin Guang knew that Song Yin had moved the mortals collected by Zhao Yuanhua to the foot of the mountain to live, but he thought that at most they would just barely survive at the mountain's base.
But now, this didn't look like barely surviving at all. It was in fact very harmonious, very peaceful, very... strange.
