Inside the earthen city.
The rough mudstones of the long street were whipped by the wind and dust, with crowds standing on both sides.
They silently stared at the several figures striding towards them, their gaze involuntarily falling on the figure in the ink robe.
Sudden complexities and gratitude surged in their eyes.
The misery that the Xiao family fortress had endured in recent years was not comparable to those whose sects were annihilated, but to the surviving commoners and cultivators, it was a relentless and intense torture day and night.
"Uh."
The Fairy of Baohua had been ready to make a polite gesture with her hands clasped.
But upon seeing the expressions of these people,
she suddenly lost interest.
Staring blankly, she lowered her palms and quietly followed by Shen Yi's side.
Glancing sideways, she saw that under everyone's gaze, Shen Yi still maintained a calm demeanor, showing no sign of pity, as if these affairs were of little interest to him.
