At first, the refugees were still dazed and muddle-headed, but after the hot porridge went down their stomachs, every one of them instantly became docile.
Once their stomachs were full, many of them burst into tears, spontaneously expressing their gratitude to the club members.
They had thought they were sure to die. They knew perfectly well what the world was like. Having lost the ability to support themselves and being unable to offer themselves as slaves to a great clan, all that remained was to wait for death.
The imperial court did not care about them, and the great clans cared even less. They all wanted to wait for them to starve to death.
But how could people simply starve to death? After eating everything edible along the road, they either slaughtered one another or could only crazily loot the great clans.
After suffering heavy casualties, they had finally risked their lives to rob several minor great clans, allowing themselves to survive a few more days.
But this only enraged the great clans further. Several nearby clans immediately sent troops together to wipe them out, killing them until they scattered in defeat.
These four hundred thousand had collapsed and fled here. When they arrived and saw Sister You and the other cultivators flying high and low, they had been utterly desperate and prepared to fight to the death.
But then the situation suddenly turned around. They actually got to eat their fill. After plunging through endless darkness, they had suddenly seen a glimmer of light. The gratitude in their hearts was indescribable.
"An Immortal Master for the common people..."
"Cooking porridge to provide disaster relief..."
"Sheltering refugees..."
Several Immortal Masters flying around on swords to spread the word said many things. The refugees could not remember the rest, but they