[With the fighting temporarily eased, Su Miao planned to disband the Temporary Settlement.
After the notice was posted, over ninety percent of the refugees refused to leave.
A burly Yaksha squatted on the ground, covering his face as he sobbed like muffled thunder, tears and snot smeared all over his hands.
"I just want to find somewhere safe! I've never killed anyone! Really! At most, I kicked a few people... The food here is so good, and the beds are soft! I don't want to leave!"
The area around him was packed with people, a vast crowd kneeling across the ground.
Helpless, Su Miao decided to open up thirty thousand li of wilderness on the Western Side of Mount Tai Range, establishing a "Temporary Settlement" to take in and manage refugee beings of all races under specific rules.
Su Miao gathered the hall masters for discussion and renamed the "Temporary Settlement" the "Tai'an Realm."
"Applications are voluntary. Those who pass the review must pay rent as agreed or complete designated labor, and obey the basic rules of Farm Teachings."]
The refugees kneeling on the ground—the cat demons, the frail elderly women of the Human Race, the deer spirits with broken antlers, the Fox Clan members holding their young.
Their gazes pierced straight through the water screen and into the hearts of every viewer.
There was only one thing in those eyes: naked fear.
Fear of leaving this place, fear of returning to that shattered Prehistoric World outside, fear of death.
Quite a few Demon Clan members and beings of all races quietly reddened their eyes at the sight.
Many of them had also endured displacement and homelessness. They understood all too well what it felt like to simply want a safe place to settle down.
Bi Xiao saw how pitifully