Falling to the ground, he saw an ordinary town, but the scene before him was completely different from the bustling places like Songjia Village or Ma's Mansion, desolate and in ruins.
"Under the emperor's seat in Zhaoge, it should be wealthier than other places."
As Nezha walked in, he immediately saw a family of five, looking like a family unit, with everything they owned packed onto a cart, tied with hemp rope, being pulled by the robust young man of the family as they headed out.
Nezha approached them and asked, "Big brother, are you moving?"
The whole family looked up at him, their faces thin and gaunt, shrouded with grief. The young man sighed, nodded, and seemed unwilling to say a word.
Seeing this, Nezha felt there must be a reason for their sorrow.
During his time in Zhaoge, he had noticed that the people's attachment to their homeland was much stronger here than elsewhere, and they wouldn't easily leave, let alone relocate their entire family.
