Besides the incense burner monks, there are other forces dividing up the refugees.
Wang Yunxiao stood on the street, feeling troubled about how to get to that damned West Spring Mountain, when he heard the slow creaking of the Inner City gate opening.
A massive caravan emerged from the Inner City, moving slowly through the streets.
Unlike the scavenging nomads outside, this caravan was equipped with numerous horses, vehicles, and armed guards. The carts were filled to capacity, giving off the air of a legitimate big business venture.
The question is... what big business is there to even conduct here?
Wang Yunxiao stared in bafflement.
As he silently observed, he suddenly heard someone call out, "Lord Wang?"
Turning his head, he saw that it was Shi Hu.
Wang Yunxiao had almost forgotten who he was.
