Wei He shook his head slightly, then turned and left the courtyard.
He happened to see the brother and sister again. They were stopping people who came out and asking about their father.
But too many people had gone in, and many did not even know who their father was. They could only shake their heads and say they did not know.
After asking for a while and learning nothing, the younger brother was on the verge of tears. Yet his sister kept consoling him with surprising maturity, crouching down to hug him one moment and singing to him the next.
"Sect Master." A female disciple of the Wanqing Sect could not bear to watch any longer. She approached, wanting to say something, yet not knowing how to begin.
"I know what you want to say." Wei He fell silent for a moment. "Children like them, with no one to rely on, can be taken in by our Wanqing Sect and raised as our own disciples. Of course, that is only if they are willing."
"Thank you, Sect Master!" The female disciple wiped away her tears, her face immediately lighting up with joy as she hurried toward the brother and sister.
Wei He left the courtyard, leapt into the air, and landed lightly atop a two-story building where all human voices had long since vanished.
This had once been a moderately well-off household in Qingqi County. The head of the family had been charitable and kind; aside from having few descendants, there had been little else lacking.
But this plague had wiped out the entire household—all five people.
In barely half a month, the family had been exterminated.
There were no shortage of such cases in Qingqi County.
Every household hung white mourning silk, and everyone wore black cloth bands.