In the dim underground, a long procession trudged with difficulty along the Sacred Ancestor Road.
The composition of this procession was extremely mixed. There were the usual traveling merchants, hunters, Martial Artists, commoners, and scholars, along with many impoverished refugees in tattered clothes.
Zhong Lei took a deep breath and carried his daughter over from his wife's arms.
His back already bore not only a heavy pack, but also his five-year-old son. His burden was exceedingly heavy.
Yet Zhong Lei could not bear to see his wife so exhausted and haggard. He would rather add to his own burden, and comforted her at the same time. "Xiuyun, hold on for another two days. We'll reach Taiwu City!"
His wife was already too tired to speak, but she still managed to force out a smile.
Zhong Lei freed his left hand and clasped hers. "Trust me. Once we get to Taiwu City, we'll be able to live a good life."
Zhong Lei's family had originally lived outside Whitewood City. He himself was a hunter, and with his wife farming and weaving, they could support their two children. Their days had been fairly harmonious.
Yet storms could rise from a clear sky. Over nothing more than a fourth-rank ferocious beast he had hunted, Zhong Lei offended a young master from a prominent Whitewood City family and was forced to flee with his wife and children.
When he left, one of the village elders told Zhong Lei to seek a living in Taiwu City.
Taiwu City was the largest city in the Mist Mountain Realm, with a population in the millions. Even if they could not make it into the city itself, they could rent a plot of land outside and build a thatched hut. Finding a place to settle down and make