After spending some time at the Martial Saint’s Mountain, Qin Wushuang departed for home. The Purple-Robed Martial Saint along with a few other Honored Warriors saw him off at the imperial capital.
Along the way, Qin Wushuang kept a low profile as he rode his horse. In less than a day, he arrived at the main path that was a few dozen miles outside the Southcloud State City. However, what he had seen along this trip had left him extremely surprised.
On the way, Qin Wushuang had seen hundreds of thousands of strong young men each carrying a large wicker basket. Quills and other things were tied on top of the wicker basket and inside the basket, there seemed to be food.
With one look, these people appeared as if they were refugee escaping from a disaster. However, after a careful look, they did not seem to be running away from something.
