"They have already left Nanyang City, having departed right from the beginning. The wagons for hauling goods blocked the road for quite a stretch, and those noble families wouldn't care about whether we live or die,"
Rong Shibao commented sarcastically, harboring a considerable amount of resentment in his heart.
"They all ran away? So many ghosts entering the city at the same time, that's not normal in any way."
Dong Hongtian said with a look of helplessness. He thought about the grand clans and noble families; when these city cultivators were leading the way in fleeing, how could ordinary people counter the ghosts?
Su Jie furrowed his brows in thought and pointed to a red stone hanging in the room, saying, "Mr. Rong, I want to ask where this stone comes from. I noticed just now that when those ghosts approached, the stone would emit a red light, it's like a warning signal, right?"
"You, the younger generation, do observe quite meticulously."
