Under the gloomy sky, refugees dressed in ragged clothes, dense like ants, formed a seemingly endless line as they trudged along the muddy road.
Among them, some were numb, merely moving their feet in step with the crowd; others were crazed with fervor, flames burning in their eyes as they led the way; and many others hid their grievances and resentment, suppressed by the instinct for survival, yet to erupt.
These refugees of all sorts coalesced into a massive flood, moving towards the distant county city.
This scene was clearly reflected on a "Round Light" and noticed by everyone within the Donglin County Government.
"There are at least a million..."
Shen Hou from Yuxu Temple was stroking his long beard, his face clouded with gloom.
He looked around at the others: his junior, Yin Tulong, the court's Long Prince Consort Feng Manlou, Elder Tianxuan from Dinghu Sect, and Tan Wuwei from Mo Sect, who had arrived not long before; they all wore grave expressions.
