Shangjing City, a hundred miles away.
Enveloped by a mist, a vast valley.
Caravans of merchant carts incessantly entered and exited.
The soft ground had been pressed into distinct patterns by the wheels of various sizes.
The carts followed the ruts they knew well, like ants moving house, ferrying cartloads of Shangjing citizens into the valley.
Once inside the valley, the Demon Sect disciples driving the carts tossed the people off like livestock, onto the gravel ground, without a trace of compassion.
The citizens thrown onto the ground were numb, their eyes hollow, and even those whose heads bled from sharp stones showed no reaction. They simply stood up silently and merged into the crowd.
At the base of the valley's inner wall, there were piles that looked like hills of trash, which were the "caring" provisions that Four Elders Ye Wuyang had prepared for the citizens.
