"Why don't they return the bodies? That's their prerogative, isn't it?"
A group of people felt a surge of anger but found themselves at a loss for words.
As time ticked by, eight hours later, a figure suddenly appeared before them.
It was Meng Yu, who hadn't sneaked in for an ambush nor hidden his tracks but rather appeared openly at the center of the town.
Looking at the town reduced to ruins, including the dust that had turned to ash and was still emitting thick smoke, Meng Yu sighed.
The town was not only Meng Yu's property but also included investments from local natives. These people had leased houses with their local specialties, renovated them, and tried to make money or provide a future of cultivation for their children.
Although Meng Yu had advised everyone to leave early, there were always those who couldn't bear to and stayed behind. Now, many places that had been built with their efforts were destroyed.
