Nearly a hundred thousand people meandered northward, a pace that simply could not be quickened.
Wei Yuan only gave them a moment's notice to gather their valuables before leaving, and even so, many were laden with belongings, adopting an attitude of valuing money over life. Had they been given more time, they would likely have dismantled even their shelters to take with them.
Heading north, the knights were silent and impartial as iron, whipping anyone who lagged behind.
Those who dared to throw tantrums were beaten half to death with a single lash. Those who were beaten too harshly or were truly too exhausted to walk could ride in a cart, but only if they discarded all their possessions. And by all, it meant everything, even Immortal Silver was not allowed to be kept.
Such paltry personal effects were clearly insignificant in the eyes of the Sky Battle Knights; the Immortal Silver was carelessly thrown onto the ground, and no one else in the group was permitted to pick it up.
